This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Let's make it happen
Mm hmm I mean it can't get mo' mobber
Y'know, we like to buy our shit in bulk
Y'know in volumes!
Y'know like CostCo? We fuck with Bosco
(fuckin' with Bosco) You smell me?
It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister
Shit, beotch!
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this! (Wee, bee)
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this!
I be the first out, nigga shady bring the worst out
Black beretta put the thirst out
See I'm rollin' in my truck, dick hardest to fuck
Hit a block, and let the bitch blow on my sock
I got bass rock tips, red-nose tits
Las Vegas chips better dub out here (uh-huh)
Spend G's overseas got 'em sprung on the game (sprung on the game)
And all in Amsterdam you was hearin my name
I move raps over beats, tales from the street
Concrete walker, straight male stalker
? broken temple of hemp, I keep it simple
Money all mine, I give a fuck if you fine
My crew, doggish, Sic-Wid-It hoggish
Ball in two-thousand, suckers ain't allowed in
Catch me on the track with the froze up wrists
And I'll be fuckin' they nose, like this (beotch!)
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this! (Wee, bee)
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this!
These bitches in competition (what what)
But ain't gon' bust a grape in a food fight
And nigga, you blowin' hot air
I don't care, I keep a spare square
Bitches better beware, run up I dare you
Suga T the boss bitch, hittin' switches
Mobbin old school then beatin' down bitches
I'm struttin my tools, fool, give it up or shut up
Been done mess around and got stuck-up, set up
I still ride with yola copped in my cot
Impulse with chops and still be a top notch
Fuckin' your nose, and yo' dome (and yo' dome)
Man Shot, let these haters know
I was intrigued by the way things ran
How it was done (what else) how a bitches mind was run
So I hollered at the master pimp, who was dressed in mink
I asked him could I buy him a drink
He said, "What can I do for you son?" I said I wish to pimp
I want yo' same stroll, and I want yo' limp
I want my mail to be as long as yours
Sport big cars and breakin' all the whores
Load me up with your finest disk
I'm only fifteen and I'm ready to pimp
I want my hoes to pull in all the tricks
I'm fuckin' they nose like this
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this! (Wee, bee)
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
Aow, aow, I can feel it when you talk
When you talk
Even when you walk
Whenever I walk
Won't you sprinkle me
Sprinkle me mayne
Just thank you, thank you
Just what? Sprinkle me mayne
Fuckin' they nose like this
Uh-huh
Just thank you, thank you
Beotch! Remember me?
From "I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard"
I'm in the traffic pervin ridin' on about a buck-oh-fever
Down ? Boulevard
I does the thing to do peddle to the metal
Punchin on the gas, great dipped Caddy showin my ass
Flamboastin, straight out of Vallel'
But I got this mack game, comin' from Oakland
Niggas love me, I'm a boss *I'm a boss)
My accountant Keith say that I should lease
But see I'm ethnic, fuck a tax write off!
I'm off that St Ide's, I got that Charlie in my deck
I'm dang near paralyzed, runnin' over the yellow reflectors about to wreck
I'm seein two's, three's, oasises and mirages
Bumpin' into trees, leaves, garbage cans and garages
Under my seat, military issue
Spoofed up insurance, SR-22
A sack of broccoli and a bunch of bottles, I'm grounded
Fuck around and got my vehicle impounded
Shit beotch, fuck, Elroy's roughed me up
Them bitches knew I had power 'cause I got out within a month
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this! (Wee, bee)
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this!
Mm hmm I mean it can't get mo' mobber
Y'know, we like to buy our shit in bulk
Y'know in volumes!
Y'know like CostCo? We fuck with Bosco
(fuckin' with Bosco) You smell me?
It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister
Shit, beotch!
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this! (Wee, bee)
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this!
I be the first out, nigga shady bring the worst out
Black beretta put the thirst out
See I'm rollin' in my truck, dick hardest to fuck
Hit a block, and let the bitch blow on my sock
I got bass rock tips, red-nose tits
Las Vegas chips better dub out here (uh-huh)
Spend G's overseas got 'em sprung on the game (sprung on the game)
And all in Amsterdam you was hearin my name
I move raps over beats, tales from the street
Concrete walker, straight male stalker
? broken temple of hemp, I keep it simple
Money all mine, I give a fuck if you fine
My crew, doggish, Sic-Wid-It hoggish
Ball in two-thousand, suckers ain't allowed in
Catch me on the track with the froze up wrists
And I'll be fuckin' they nose, like this (beotch!)
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this! (Wee, bee)
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this!
These bitches in competition (what what)
But ain't gon' bust a grape in a food fight
And nigga, you blowin' hot air
I don't care, I keep a spare square
Bitches better beware, run up I dare you
Suga T the boss bitch, hittin' switches
Mobbin old school then beatin' down bitches
I'm struttin my tools, fool, give it up or shut up
Been done mess around and got stuck-up, set up
I still ride with yola copped in my cot
Impulse with chops and still be a top notch
Fuckin' your nose, and yo' dome (and yo' dome)
Man Shot, let these haters know
I was intrigued by the way things ran
How it was done (what else) how a bitches mind was run
So I hollered at the master pimp, who was dressed in mink
I asked him could I buy him a drink
He said, "What can I do for you son?" I said I wish to pimp
I want yo' same stroll, and I want yo' limp
I want my mail to be as long as yours
Sport big cars and breakin' all the whores
Load me up with your finest disk
I'm only fifteen and I'm ready to pimp
I want my hoes to pull in all the tricks
I'm fuckin' they nose like this
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this! (Wee, bee)
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
Aow, aow, I can feel it when you talk
When you talk
Even when you walk
Whenever I walk
Won't you sprinkle me
Sprinkle me mayne
Just thank you, thank you
Just what? Sprinkle me mayne
Fuckin' they nose like this
Uh-huh
Just thank you, thank you
Beotch! Remember me?
From "I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard"
I'm in the traffic pervin ridin' on about a buck-oh-fever
Down ? Boulevard
I does the thing to do peddle to the metal
Punchin on the gas, great dipped Caddy showin my ass
Flamboastin, straight out of Vallel'
But I got this mack game, comin' from Oakland
Niggas love me, I'm a boss *I'm a boss)
My accountant Keith say that I should lease
But see I'm ethnic, fuck a tax write off!
I'm off that St Ide's, I got that Charlie in my deck
I'm dang near paralyzed, runnin' over the yellow reflectors about to wreck
I'm seein two's, three's, oasises and mirages
Bumpin' into trees, leaves, garbage cans and garages
Under my seat, military issue
Spoofed up insurance, SR-22
A sack of broccoli and a bunch of bottles, I'm grounded
Fuck around and got my vehicle impounded
Shit beotch, fuck, Elroy's roughed me up
Them bitches knew I had power 'cause I got out within a month
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this! (Wee, bee)
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
Like that? It's like that
Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
It's like this
Like that? Like that
Like this!
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Fuckin' They Nose Lyrics as written by B. Kante B. Jones
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