Lace me up lyrics

Artist  : E-40 
Song : Lace me up
 

[E-40]
Ahhh..
UHH, yeah, uhh! (UHH, yeah, yeah)
(Click Click, Click Click Click) Yeah, Click shit
Homeboy (homeboy) Suga (homeboy)
Chorus: E-40, Suga T (repeat 4X)
[E] Want me to tie yo` shoes? [S] Yeah (YEAHHH)
[E] Want me to lace you? [S] Lace me (lace me
up!)
[E] Suga, I`m a man and believe me, most men is
faulty
They only out for one thang and that`s to get
between them drawers
[S] Now dere you go with that dry drama Captain
I know you mobbin, but why you tryin to stop my
action?
[E] Tear that off!  You better get somewhere with
that, you trippin
[S] You know how long we been long range pimpin
[E] I`m sayin, have a little class
[S] I`m `posed to break his ass right, right?
[E] Den give up the ass!
[S] Okay, let`s go hit the pot
Watch `em serve a knot and get two hundred off
that cot
[E] That`s trill; crack him for his change
Get off in his narrow mind, exercise yo` game
[S] Like that? (Homeboy) So quick
They call me Suga Break-A-Trick
[E] You mean like Sherrie Stack-A-Grip?
[S] Yeah; ain`t nuttin to it
Us females ball too - somebody gotta do it!
Chorus
[E] I got, three switchin beotches, Christine
Irene and Dorene
Cleanin and clurvin, Listerine and chlorine
[S] I got, trick willies, kickin me down
allowance
Buyin me clothes, that they can`t even pronounce
[E] I got, game - off the backboard
[S] I got, materialistic shit most females can`t
afford
[E] How bout - fame, money, cars
and (they love the way us "Rappers
Ball")
[S] But let me put you up on these schemes
females practice
Screw you real good and steal the money
underneath the mattress
You got to be an actress, it`s conniving and
cunning
We fake orgasms, and make `em think we cuming
[E] Okay; dem some cool clues
I ain`t gon` lie, you laced my tennis shoes
I`ma go back and tell all my dudes
Y`alls playin football with basketball rules
[S] Jewels - our niggaz, we make `em
buy engagement rings and give ultimatums
[E] But see Suga you ain`t dealin with no square
ass figure
They call me Earl; I can show `em the newest way
to play the oldest game in the world
I ain`t never been one to be suckin up to no
chick
My grandaddy told me to whip the pussy, 
don`t let the pussy be the whip
Chorus
[S] I tried to told you about a batch (what they
did?)
Hit yo` windows out with a bat and put yo` tires
on the flat
Now we can be some skanless sneaky sly hoes
Burnin indo even though to` up from the flo`
[E] I smell you cause I be hustlin, tryin to make
some mail
But my broad keep tryin to send me back to jail
[S] She caught you fuckin?
[E] Yeah, now she holdin grudges
Took her keys and scratched up my Cutlass
You gotta watch us slick talkin bay area niggaz
off that gin
We`ll fuck around and get drunk and run up in yo`
best friend
[S] We pop bra straps
[E] We pop collars
[S] We bout that scrilla scratch
[E] We bout them dollars
[S] It ain`t gon` be no, "Fuck Faces,"
no dick tasters
without them big faces (what I do?) He already
tied my shoelaces
Chorus
[E-40]
It is so enthusiastic to hear my mouthpiece as I
spoke upon the game
I promise you pimpin I am so open to the public
about these LRP`s
Come on down, to my soil right?
And I can lace the tardy people up, I`m havin a
tutorin class right?
And if you need to be tutored man,
come on down to Shoestrings`n`Things they`ll lace
you up real good
You underdig?  The Pop Ya Collar Network
Up under the Bosses Will Be Bosses umbrella
And I promise you, my mouthpiece is so devestatin
and it can not be paralyzed man because I promise
you
It ain`t nothin but straight G-A-M-E comin up
outta here pimpin
Homeboy, homeboy!