Mindless Self Indulgence "2 Hookers & an 8 Ball" |
Two hookers and an eight ball Can you believe that I write this shit Two hookers and an eight ball stupid people thinkin' I am cool I definitely give myself props And that way I always get what I want I always try to keep my edge With two hookers and an eight ball Nigga for all the stolen goods As I rock that niggas and get freaky-deaky With a front row ticket for all of my bitches cause my momma said to pick the very best one Two hookers and an eight ball Can you believe that I write this shit Two hookers and an eight ball It ain't that fuckin' hard I'm standing up through all my abuse Inexperience is where I lose I'm struggling to keep my edge With two hookers and an eight ball Baby, for all the fine ladies Falling out of my mercedes and into the eighties With a high case of rabies and a hot coffee Two hookers and an eight ball Can you believe that I write this shit Two hookers and an eight ball stupid people thinkin' I am cool How 'bout that coke You want that coke I thought I told you to go How 'bout that coke You want that coke I thought I told you to go How 'bout that coke You want that coke I thought I told you to go Puppy dawg Puppy dawg Eight ball nigga's for all the fine ladies Falling out of my mercedes and into the eighties With a high case of rabies and a hot coffee Two hookers and an eight ball Can you believe that I write this shit Two hookers and an eight ball stupid people thinkin' I am cool Two hookers and an eight ball Can you believe that i write this shit Two hookers and an eight ball stupid people thinkin' I am cool Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |