Lieutenant Roast a Botch lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


[E-40]
The names have been changed to protect the innocent
The Adventures of Lieutenant Roast a Botch..
And Sherrie Stack a Grip

Ay, ay ay, ay n*gga pull that motherf*cker, ay!
Ay! Ay hold on playboy
Ay pull that motherf*cker over dude
(Bu bu bu bu bu bu bu!!)

[Silk-E]
I know he is not finna bring his motherf*ckin ass over here

[E-40]
Buu!!! Huh?

[Silk-E]
Damn!

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

[Silk-E]
I was tryin to holla at your potnah that's why

I say, uh-oh, look out danger
Captain Save a Ho with the Rescue Rangers
You wanna holla right
Hell naw you ain't gettin 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 f*ckin walrus
I'm Sherrie Stack a Grip
Known for slappin n*ggas'n sh*t
I'll take your refrigerator and your bank roll b*tch
Only way you gon' see this
If it's under your tongue
Get out my face you f*ckin eclipse, you're blockin my sun
{*car tires skeeting*}
[E-40]
b*tch what the f*ck you talkin bout?
It ain't like you some kind of notch or somethin
You know what I'm sayin? b*tch
I'm Lieutenant Roast a Botch, you ain't knowin huh?

Captain Save a Ho
b*tch that's my long distance cousin from Boise, Idaho
We cake patnas, but dude be savin hoes and I be savin 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 roastin hoes like marshmellows
Let you tell it cause you a strong black sista about your clout
Knowin you ain't got a pot to p*ss in and a window to throw it out
Are you itchin, can't think about sexin
Irritated by yo' yeast infection
She's a lazy ho - y'all seen her
Sit on her ass all day and watch Jerry Springer
Ten kids and by ten different di*ks - Biotch!!..
Your whole house smell like p*ss

(Chorus)
[Silk-E] If it ain't about cash, then it ain't about sh*t
[E-40] Throw it, money, fonky c*ck beoott..ch
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]
Aten-hut!!
Stand at attention cause one of the main thangs you need to learn
Is to shut the f*ck up while tycoons is talkin
Raise your hand and don't be speakin out of tongues
Only when told to speak, spoke
Only time you laugh is when I tell a joke

[Silk-E]
n*gga damn your personality
You're never gettin no ass from me
Big, beared muthaf*cka couldn't get no pus*y, sittin there mad at me
Ain't it about business for Pillsbury to be smokin on Swishers
Lieutenant look like you roastin mo', turkeys than b*tches
With your fat ass
Fix your cash in a grab bag
By the time you touch your toes
Muthaf*cka I'll be in Baghdad

[E-40]
Hoooooo!! I heard your pus*y went platinum
c*m all in the cervix, herpes chlamydia in the abdomen
Sherrie Stack a Grip
Nicknamed Sherrie Stuff a di*k - The Ratchet Mouth Biotch!!
See I go hard on a batch (HARD)
Like my little cousin Sir Nose rappin ass brother from Dallas
Gold hard black - gold diggin batch I ain't got no scratch
[Silk-E]
Ah n*gga Sherrie Stack a Grip don't give a f*ck about that

(Chorus)

[Silk-E]
Why are you screamin at me are you mad from frustration
It ain't my fault you still masturbatin
If youse a balla muthaf*cka help me recognize
Roll over this fifty dollar bill and give me ten fives
You weak di*k havin, roach clip needin
Wheezin tryin to breath oversleepin ass n*gga
With your fat ass
Always wanna holla sittin there stank
With your fat ass
Cheesy knuckles marinatin with your drank
Hey fat ass!!!
You best go tender your Phillies
Paw lubricated, di*k in hand
Poppin 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 b*tch

[E-40]
Haven't you noticed
Put your hand in front of your mouth and smell it yourself
Oh, b*tch that's halitosis
When the last time you saw a doctor about your health
See oh you hoes, talkin bout you got the flu
Ignorin do-do breath you can't avoid
Somebody give this ho a Altoid
Would you please put some lotion on them scuffed up, ashy knees
Clothes lookin like they need to see a dry cleaners
You out there bad with your imitation Prada bag
I know your history ho
Thunderbird and grape Kool-Aid
You remember suckin di*ks 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 di*k the Ratchet Mouth Biotch

Chorus

[Silk-E] If it ain't about cash, then it ain't about sh*t..
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