Inside beotch Yeah you know about that Real players The real ones I burn rubber on you quick as hell You need some toilet paper, don't *******t on yourself When you see me rollin' in luxury I won't ******* witchu, so don't ******* with me I'm just ridin', sidin', whippin' and dippin' I look at all the young hoes trippin' It's no big deal when little hotties get hot When *******z get jealous, somebody get shot You in love? Might make you lose your mind That's why I run these gray girls, two at a time With no discretion, to me you're so depressin' Actin' like you don't know, my profession I look at them thighs, and look at them ******* Take your ass straight on out, of Sin CityWearin' all pink just like Hello Kitty Bringin' back all C-notes and no fifties[Incomprehensible] Burnin' rubber on these *******, so fast Burn rubber as you smash all fast Tell it like Short, no ass, no pass All you Santa Claus players, be on your way With a bag full of toys on the back of your sleigh You hit your girls house, one by one Climb down the chimney, and give 'em all somethin' You trick, don't come around me frontin' Talkin' 'bout how you pimpin' givin' hoes what they wantin' You worse than a studio gangsta Behind closed doors, gettin' his booty hole spanked up You suckers disrespect the game All these video hoes out there spittin' your name You love it when they make that, ass clap But she don't give me no cash, I'll pass it back I kick her where she stash the crack In the plastic sack, when she crash the 'llac punk *******[Incomprehensible] They tryin' to give the rap game to some real punks It's just like when disco, killed the funk Can't tell me nothin', when I know I'm right Like a bowlegged ******* with a overbite, that suck it right Player this pimp don't lie How many porn stars you know that went to Crenshaw High? A lot of *******' for a whole lot of nuttin' You just wannabe noticed so you're out there sluttin' I never really cared about popular fame It's all about sittin' on top of the game So don't stop 'til your panties drop ******* the mayor, the preacher, and a cop You better tell him what it cost, get his mind on track' Cause he look like he lost Bring him back, and dig in his pockets quick Steal his watch, and make sure he got a drop, beotch[Incomprehensible]
Inside beotch Yeah you know about that Real players The real ones I burn rubber on you quick as hell You need some toilet paper, don't *******t on yourself When you see me rollin' in luxury I won't ******* witchu, so don't ******* with me I'm just ridin', sidin', whippin' and dippin' I look at all the young hoes trippin' It's no big deal when little hotties get hot When *******z get jealous, somebody get shot You in love? Might make you lose your mind That's why I run these gray girls, two at a time With no discretion, to me you're so depressin' Actin' like you don't know, my profession I look at them thighs, and look at them ******* Take your ass straight on out, of Sin CityWearin' all pink just like Hello Kitty Bringin' back all C-notes and no fifties[Incomprehensible] Burnin' rubber on these *******, so fast Burn rubber as you smash all fast Tell it like Short, no ass, no pass All you Santa Claus players, be on your way With a bag full of toys on the back of your sleigh You hit your girls house, one by one Climb down the chimney, and give 'em all somethin' You trick, don't come around me frontin' Talkin' 'bout how you pimpin' givin' hoes what they wantin' You worse than a studio gangsta Behind closed doors, gettin' his booty hole spanked up You suckers disrespect the game All these video hoes out there spittin' your name You love it when they make that, ass clap But she don't give me no cash, I'll pass it back I kick her where she stash the crack In the plastic sack, when she crash the 'llac punk *******[Incomprehensible] They tryin' to give the rap game to some real punks It's just like when disco, killed the funk Can't tell me nothin', when I know I'm right Like a bowlegged ******* with a overbite, that suck it right Player this pimp don't lie How many porn stars you know that went to Crenshaw High? A lot of *******' for a whole lot of nuttin' You just wannabe noticed so you're out there sluttin' I never really cared about popular fame It's all about sittin' on top of the game So don't stop 'til your panties drop ******* the mayor, the preacher, and a cop You better tell him what it cost, get his mind on track' Cause he look like he lost Bring him back, and dig in his pockets quick Steal his watch, and make sure he got a drop, beotch[Incomprehensible]
