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