E-40 - Lieutenant Roast A Botch Lyrics

[E-40]
The names have been changed to protect the innocent
The Adventures of Lieutenant Roast a Botch
And Sherrie Stack a Grip
Hey, hey, hey, hey, nigga pull that motherfucker, hey!
Hey! Hey hold on playboy
Hey pull that motherfucker over dude

[Silk-E]
I know he is not about to bring his motherfucking ass over here
Damn!

[E-40]
You had a smile on your face yesterday why you looking mean today?

[Silk-E]
I was trying to holla at your partner that`s why
I say, uh-oh, look out danger
Captain Save a Hoe with the Rescue Rangers
You want to holla right
Hell no you ain't getting at this
While you was in the Hall of Game you should've checked my exhibit
Lieutenant Roast a who, I'll leave you balless
Always can come, this ain't no beach you fucking walrus
I'm Sherrie Stack a Grip
Known for slapping niggas in shit
I'll take your refrigerator and your bank roll bitch
Only way you gone see this
If it's under your tongue
Get out my face you fucking eclipse, you`re blocking my sun
(Car tires skeeting)

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Bitch what the fuck you talking bout?
It ain't like you some kind of notch or something
You know what I'm saying Bitch
I'm Lieutenant Roast a Botch, you didn't know it huh?
Captain Save a Hoe
Bitch that's my long distance cousin from Boise, Idaho
We cake partners, but dude be saving hoes
And I be saving marbles
It's a long ass distance between me and that fool
Cause he's one of them modest fellows
And I'm Lieutenant Roast a Botch known for roasting hoes like marshmallows
Let you tell it cause you a strong black sister about your clout
Knowing you ain't got a pot to piss in and a window to throw it out
Are you itching caging about sexing
Irritated by your yeast infection
She's a lazy hoe, y'all seen her
Sit in her ass all day and watch Jerry Springer
Ten kids by ten different dicks
Bitch! Your whole house smell like piss

(Chorus: E-40 (Silk-E)]
(If it ain't about cash, then it ain't about shit)
Throw it, money, funky cock bitch
Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant Roast a Botch
Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant Roast a Botch

[Silk-E]
Sherrie Stack a Grip, Sherrie, Sherrie Stack a
Sherrie Stack a Grip, Sherrie, Sherrie Stack a

[E-40]
Stand at attention cause one of the main things you need to learn
Is to shut the fuck up while tycoons is talking
Raise your hand and don`t be speaking out of tongues
Only when told to speak, spoke
Only time you laugh is when I tell a joke

[Silk-E]
Nigga damn your personality
You're never getting no ass from me
Big, beard motherfucker couldn't get no pussy, sitting there mad at me
Ain't it about business for Pillsbury to be smoking on Swishers
Lieutenant look like you roasting more turkeys than bitches
With your fat ass
Fix your cash in a grab bag
By the time you touch your toes
Motherfucker I'll be in Baghdad

[E-40]
Oh! I heard your pussy went platinum
Colomena serpents, herpes, chlamydia and abdimum
Sherrie Stack a Grip nicknamed
Sherrie Stuff a Dick The Ratchet Mouth Bitch!
See I go hard on a bitch
Like my little cousin
Said those rapping ass brothers from Dallas go hard black
Gold digging bitch I ain't got no scratch

[Silk-E]
Ah nigga Sherrie Stack a Grip don`t give a fuck about that

[Chorus]

[Silk-E]
Why are you screaming at me are you mad from frustration
It ain't my fault you still masturbating
If youse a baller motherfucker help me recognize
Roll over this fifty dollar bill and give me ten fives
You weak dick having, roach clip needing
Wheezing trying to breath oversleeping ass nigga
With your fat ass
Always want to holla sitting there stank
With your fat ass
Cheesy knuckles marinating with your drank
Hey fat ass!
You best go tender your Phillies
Paw lubricated, dick in hand
Popping chicken like skillets
I hold your account like clothes
Oh God you quit it
You don't believe me
Call your bank and go and ask your bitch

[E-40]
Haven't you noticed
Put your hand in front of your mouth and smell it yourself
Oh, bitch that's halitosis
When the last time you saw a doctor about your health
Oh you hoes, talking bout you got the flu
Ignoring do-do breath you can't avoid
Somebody give this hoe a Altoid
Would you please put some lotion on them scuffed up, ashy knees
Clothes looking like they need to see a dry cleaners
You out there bad with your imitation Prada bag
I know your history hoe
Thunderbird and grape cool-Aid
You remember sucking dicks in the seventh grade
All you needed is some bamma and a couple hits
That's why the sa-habs called you
Sherrie Stuff a Dick the Ratchet Mouth Bitch

[Chorus]

[Silk-E]
If it ain't about cash, then it ain't about shit