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I used to have a lot of bitches |
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Straight down for me |
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Doin' anything |
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I said, even hoe on the street |
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But I'm a dog and |
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I dog my broads |
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Guerrilla pimpin', drivin' four door cars |
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Ain't got no kids but them bitches love daddy |
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They had to share me or them bitches couldn't have me |
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Cause I'm a |
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Mack with a capital |
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MCall me $hort |
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Dog baby, put the |
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P in the Pimp |
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I keep my foot in your ass and wouldn't give a fuck |
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Get out her pocket, bitch you gettin' beat up |
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You see me hangin' with them niggas like jock |
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And every single five mile, bitches gettin' popped |
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Well now I got a rep and they say |
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I'm wrongI beat my broad ass and she moved back home |
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Came in one night, |
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I was buzzin' |
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Bitch tried to front me for fuckin' her cousin |
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She started yellin', man, the bitch got raw |
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I took one step back and went straight to her jaw |
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I gives a fuck that the bitch left |
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Cause all she ever got was some good dick |
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And it really ain't shit to find another bitch |
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Cause I'm a cool motherfucker and |
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I'm hella rich(Yeah) |
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Ant Banks in the house and you know he knows |
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Grab the mic nigga, fuck these hoes |
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Yeah, I'm thinkin' back 'fore a nigga just came up |
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Playin' games with the bitches |
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Thought a nigga might change but |
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I was tight thinkin' everything's all right |
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Doin' the same shit to a different bitch every night |
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Just dickin'em down like a gigolo |
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So you gotta peep game from a nigga though |
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I'm too young to get sprung so don't trip, tell'em(Ain't no love, bitch) |
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So let's speak about a freak named |
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ConnieFucked the bitch tough, backstage at the |
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OmniI can't forget |
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Constance, the bitch is so dumb |
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Quick to lick my nuts, suck my dick, and just hum |
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And these are just some hoes |
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That a nigga like tossed up, kinda crossed up |
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Turned out and lost but |
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I ain't trippin' |
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They all got tramped |
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Used and abused till they all just vamped |
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And left a nigga stuck with no kind of get back |
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Now I even get shook by the hoodrats |
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Cause they know what the fuck they gon' get |
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Took for they cash and a mouth full of dick, huh |
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And I hate |
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I gotta be that way |
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Goin' vicious on these bitches |
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Just made'em all leave today |
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But I know it won't last long |
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They sayin' fuck |
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Ant BanksNow all my bitches is gone |
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All my bitches are gone, them bitches bounced |
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I had a gang of'em, now they can't be found |
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They ain't fuckin' with $hort |
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DogCause I'm from |
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OaklandYou fuck with us bitch, somethin' gettin' broken |
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Your leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a part |
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Oakland motherfuckers'll break your heart |
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Until you recognize game in your face |
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You's a punk ass bitch, ain't never been no place |
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I can't hold back, now's the time |
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To leave your stank fake broke ass bitches behind |
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And move on like a player |
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I'm knockin' ghetto hoes and even squares |
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Secretaries, nurses, and police women |
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I'm flyin' first class, nigga, fuckin' flight attendents$ |
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Hort Dog ain't nothin' but a dog, beeyatch(Ain't nothin' new nigga, come again) |
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All my bitches are gone, them bitches cut |
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But I really don't give a fuck |
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I always knew |
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I didn't need that hoe |
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I got the game from the motherfuckin' |
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E-S-OAnd you can tell when |
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I hit the place |
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All them star-struck bitches jump in my face |
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And get shot to the curb like |
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I'm the mob |
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Unless they givin' niggas blowjobs |
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Yeah, and when a bitch wanna flirt |
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I put in work, treat'em all like dirt |
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And watch them get they feelin's hurt |
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Cause I'm a mack, hoe, listen to this rap, hoe |
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And you will know not to fuck around |
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You'll get slapped, hoe |
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For tryin' to fuck up the |
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Ant Banks program |
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Steady saltin' with your stanky ass toe jams |
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You're mad cause |
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I wouldn't spend no time |
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I'm with the homies, makin' cash |
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Pullin' bitches and writin' rhymes |
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I'm just doin' what |
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I got to do |
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I'm not fuckin' with you |
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Because your funky ass cock is through |
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So now I gotta get some new hoes |
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Some old school bitches |
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That's still ridin' trues and vogues |
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I want a freak with the gangsta look |
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That Ant Banks can hook |
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And the bitch better know how to cook |
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Cause I'm a nigga that'll eat some shit up |
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Macaroni, steak, collard greens, or whatever the fuck |
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Yeah $hort, you know how we do'em |
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Treat bitches like red lights and run right through'em |
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I got my mack on strong and my dick on long |
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So fuck it, all my bitches can stay gone |
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Mine tooYou know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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Yeah, beeyatch$ |
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Hort Dog in the motherfuckin' house |
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Nah nigga, you in this motherfucker |
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Bringin' this shit for nine-tre and nine-four |
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You know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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Get in where you fit in, hoes |
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Before you need a check up from the neck up |
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Peace outFuck these bitches, man |
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Fuck these bitches, $hort |
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Let's get out of here, man |