motherfuckers
wave your hand like so
And all you bitches gettin' pimp,
give your man that dough
Yeah, I walk with a limp,
cause my dick's in the way
They say I talk like a pimp,
but I'm a M -A -C -K
What's the difference?
Both of you exploit women for cash
Exactly, but a pro pimp
will sell his own ass
I never learned to scent,
man, I dropped out that class
You better smoke your hemp
through an oxygen mask
Before you come over here
fuckin' my high up
Interruptin' your bitch
while she lickin' up my nuts
I used three condoms
but she let me get five bucks
Naturnal got her stuck
with her hands
and feet tied up
Huh, when the dusk hits
and I reach the club it gets exquisite
And I can give a fuck about your bitch
Which bitch she rollin' with
is knockin' hit
Both our dicks gon' spit
and both of us gon' rub
on her ass and tits
She mixin' up my nut
and her mouth was spit
It's obvious she's in love
with a man with a big dick
I'm involved with a big clique
My muse has to deal with the info
and she's in love with him
Watch out,
all these scoundrels hoes in LA
Got me rollin' with my Glock out
Swing by, pick up my dough
and then clock out
I'm out to fuck hoes everyday
I fuck em in they house man,
I fuck em in they jeep
I fuck em when they broke man,
I fuck em when they sleep
I fuck em in the throat,
hey man that's fuckin' deep
Like bitches that want to smoke
And bitches that like to joke
Come into my house broke
Looking for something to eat, eat it
From my wizard you get deleted
No more visits you bitch, I mean it
No ho, no crime, oh,
here's a cleanest
Here's a penis, kiss it, French or English
They say it's conceded,
nah, it's connected
Caramel complected,
college bitches connected
Jail niggas respected, bitch,
it be keeping it western
Watch out,
all these scandalous hoes in L .A.
Got me rolling with my clock out
Swing by,
pick up my dough and then clock
Then I'm out to fuck hoes every day
I'm down with thugs and pritzy bitches
Got love for anybody gettin' riches
I feel like me and knock the next niggas
At shows, we make about eight figures
Why not clown, get down
Spit rounds, lounge with bad bitches,
blazin' the house
We out on the town
with the whole crew passin' dick out
Without regard to you, him and you
Fuck your whole crew,
we mad regardless
Hitman, her, me and you
That's it, man
On a late night rendezvous, dance
I'm about to blow out my pants
Matter fact,
we up under the club's heat lamp
Drink that and we about to be out
We're two or three minutes
from my house
Which means I'm five or six minutes
from diggin' you out
Single hoes, hood rats,
your bitch and your spouse
L .A. coming out
In and out with a smile before I spout
For the meanwhile, knocking hits,
dick is all in your mouth you