Every now and then they put their mouth on me
All my true fans still checkin' for me
Fuck a bitch, don't tease bitch, strip tease bitch
All my real doggs still kick it with me
Causin' me to yank their arm and pose like I would do them harm
You ain't into hittin' pussy or hittin' the switch
They be beepin' me and shit, but we don't kick it no mo'
(Blew, blew, blew your mind)
Nate ain't never loved no hoe
Captain save 'em all day, well save this dick
Bitch niggas paid for hoes, just to lay with hoes
A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be
But bitch, I'm out ya pussy when I nut for real
Eat of bowl of these bitch, gobble the dick
You into hittin' bitches off of the grip, you punk bitch
Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch
Backhanded, pimp slapped backwards and left stranded
Xxplosive
Real trees, chronic leaves, no seeds
I thought we had a chance, lady
West Coast shit nigga
Pimpin' bitches on the regular, I put that on the G
Now I'm sayin' thank you 'cuz they tell me, my shit's the bomb
Chronic in yo' system, let me know, my shit's the bomb
I got these freaky hoes, clappin' their hands, stompin' their feet
Nowadays a G like me can't even call it
Overdosage, imperial pistols ferocious
Them hot hoes is fiendin', they on the nuts
All my down hoes still trickin' with me
All the hoodrats still shake it for me
Xxplosive, for my niggas drinkin' Cognac, smokin' weed, always pack
Damn girl, you think you slick
While we still makin' gangsta hits
Pimpin' hoes from Texas to Guatemala
Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar
No more, now that I'm sober you ain't that fine
A bonafide pro, I had to grab the hoe
Here baby, hit the bong
Somebody better get this bitch, this bitch
She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mo'
Relax one night and paid to stay with hoes
She gave yo' boy the head and said don't let nobody know
While the West Coast rolls along
Before I blew yo' mind
Don't wanna lead you on
Lemme drop some shit about this bitch I used to know
You'll be still jockin' gangsta dicks
Don't wanna treat you wrong
When I had you last night, baby
Mo' than one firearm, chrome rims, ridin' on
All the true gangstas know
She got freaky in yo' sixty-fo', I skeeted in her throat
Been knowin' the hoe for fo' days, pimpery pays
Hoe's forgot to eat a dick, can shut the fuck up
Six-deuce in a plush, six-deuce Impala
And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways
All the real smokers know, Nate ain't passin' nothin' but dope indeed
A twenty-three year old pussy fiend and freakaholic
Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash
