L.I.Q. lyrics

by

Fat Joe


[Intro: E-40]
Mobb that sh*t out n*gga!
Bosko, mobb that sh*t, BEYOTCH!
Mobb sh*t (mobb sh*t)
We invented this sh*t (what'd we do?)
Boy I helped pioneer this
Boy I helped pioneer this..
.. HOE BEOTCH!

[Verse 1]
I'm irkin'; head spinnin', dome swervin'
Emergin' to the right to the left, see three, hallucinatin', stoned
Ain't got a lick bit of fraud protection on my phone
Therefore, that'll make it this that much easier
For anybody with a computer that got the right data information
Software to CLONE, clone it off the streets - "how much?"
"Basehead, this down player price playboy, a hunnid piece" (hunnid piece)
sh*t, I don't figure that that ain't no more worse than clonin' sheeps
Just understand, I does this for my weeples
More hair on my face than my daddy do (daddy do)
I guess it's them steroids that they been puttin' in our food (in our food)
sh*t, the man behind the counter at the liquor store will ask him for ID
Before he get to askin' me and if he ask me for ID then I'mma get p*ssed in the b*tch
Some of that swindlin' ass fast-fast talkin'
Conman inner-city ghetto urban reverse psychology
n*ggas got it tough out here; tough out here, it's rough
n*ggas got it rough out here; n*gga, out here it's tough
[Chorus: E-40 (repeat 2X)]
Let's hit the weed spot, let's hit the L.I.Q
Let's hit the liquor sto', let's hit the L.I.Q
Let's hit the house party, let's hit the L.I.Q
"Pull up sideways, doin about a buck-fifty"

[Verse 2]
"Hello my friend!" Whassuper dude?
Give me a pack of sunflower seeds
And a box of larger size Magnum rubbers
A generic lemon squeeze lime juice
And a bottle of Goldschlager
A pack of licorice, lick-em-and-lock-em Zig-Zags
A hard boiled egg and them pickled pig feet (pickled pigs feet)
sh*t I gotta do as much f*ckin and partyin as I can
I gotta go turn myself in next week (BEOTCH)
I'm up all night - playawhatchagonnabedoin?
Up in somebody's daughter layin pipe
b*tchbetalkinaboutsuin and try to accuse yo' ass of rape;
Cause you rap
Sohab, I ain't even tryin to entertain that
See I dip in mo' holes than a golf ball
pus*y fallin all out of my Granada
Squabs in Kansas City, squabs in Colorado
Learned how to pop my collar in the city where they shot The Mack
Dem were some of the players that helped tie my shoes and lace me
Name was Curtis and B.O
Well whaddya know? Through the dirt comes Kaveo
Mugzi and Tap Dat Ass, [?] and hella more (BEOTCH)
Big-ass n*ggas like B-Legit and E-Deuce, [?]
And Mac Shawn, Mac D-Shot and Little Bruce - BEOTCH!
[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
On the dope track where the baseheads be comin through
I see more killings and more hop than the kangaroo
My baby's momma she sick, she on that glass di*k
Be crawlin all on the RUG lookin for that sh*t!
Hogan High School prom queen right?
On her hands and knees pickin up lint and anything that's white
That's how you can tell that a dopefiend's gone psycho
When they get to hah.. lookin all out the curtains with they high beams
On the corner, be that dice game unfoldin (what happened?)
One of my dudes, SERIOUSLY, he rollin
Then a couple of fools pull up and went for theirs a-course
With intentions of splittin my wig but it wound up gettin reversed
I left they kite flyin, down for the grind, witnesses dissolve
A prime example of bad karma, Murphy's Law
If you gon' be a fool then be a fool, sh*t
But just know when to act a fool and who to act a fool with!

[Chorus]

[E-40] Hoeeeeeeeeee! sh*t!
"I don't care, call the cops.."
Mob sh*t
"I don't care, call the cops.."
Mob sh*t'll never fall
Mob sh*t gon' always sell through, smell that?
What mob sh*t do?
"I don't care, call the cops.."
All mob sh*t do is quadruple
I'm in this b*tch, irkin like a motherf*cker
"I don't care, call the cops.."
f*ckin sh*t, BEOTCH!
"I don't care, call the cops.."
Yeah that's that sh*t
"I don't care, call the cops.."
See that's that sh*t that get a n*gga krunk, right there
That's that sh*t that'll get a n*gga buck, on they ho ass
Mobb that sh*t out n*gga!
Bosko, mobb that sh*t - they ain't knowin
Oooo-eeee-oooh, see I spit that sh*t too look here
Oooo-eeee-oooh, make the sh*t go like this here
Oooo-eeee-oooh...
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