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2 hookers and an 8 ball

by Mindless Self Indulgence


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 mamma 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 to 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 bad case of rabies and a high-top fade

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´m not that fucking wonderful
No no no
I thought I told you to go

I´m not that fucking wonderful
No no no
I thought I told you to go

I´m not that fucking wonderful
No no no
I thought I told you to go

Puppy dog
Puppy dog

Eight ball nigga´s for all the stolen goods
I rock them bitches and get freekydeeky
With the front row tickets 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
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





 

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