(Chorus 2x)
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2 many bitches wanna see this thug
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When I be
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Ridin' (Ridin')
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Glidin' (Glidin')
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Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
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(Blaze)
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Bitches call me daddy (Hey dad!)
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They like the way a muh'fucka creep,
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through the hood in a caddy
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I’m a mack in my own right, like Cube said
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Getting my dick sucked in a alleyway, by a chickenhead
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I don’t love that hoe, and I ain’t handcuffing
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Too many bitches, and they turkies needed stuffing
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Like this bitch the other day, begging me to drive over,
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and beat it up properly
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I’m like a young Wilt, still in his prime
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Cause there’s oh so many bitches,
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and there’s oh so little time
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They all want a piece of the dead, and they can’t have it
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Still a little picky, on which hoes that I’m stabbing
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So if I serve dick to you, you’ve been blessed
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Now go home and brag about the shit to your friends (uh oh!)
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That’s the way it goes I suppose
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Got to hit the store, for some more rubbers,
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for these hoe’s
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2 many bitches
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(Chorus 2x)
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2 many bitches wanna see this thug
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When I be
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Ridin' (Ridin')
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Glidin' (Glidin')
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Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
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(Anybody Killa)
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When it comes to them bitches, I know a few
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Sack chasing, blood sucking leeches with boobs
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Ready to set it off, I keep ‘em blind and lost
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And if they getting lippy, they getting tossed
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Just for frontin'
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There’s too many hoes actin' like some bitches
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Not a lick of woman in them, so they get vicious
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Calm me down, hold me back
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Light the blunt, and let me hit it,
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before this 'rat get smacked
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It’s like me and Grundy, can spot a chicken coming
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Bobbling her head, ready to gobble dick or something
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Putin’ up with hoodrats for years
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Because the streets of the D, are just oh so clear
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But I keep on riding, say what’s up
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I’m a sucka for some titties, and a fine ass butt
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Its the life of a killer, true tales with no glitches
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Too much game, brings 2 many bitches for real
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(Chorus 2x)
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2 many bitches wanna see this thug
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When I be
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Ridin' (Ridin')
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Glidin' (Glidin')
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Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
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(Blaze)
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My calendar’s filled,
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hoe’s making appointments to get it drilled
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Met a chick with a phat ass, couldn’t wait to get in that (Who?)
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She said her name was Karen
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And she didn’t mind sharing time
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She stayed off I-94 and Outer Drive
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I’m on my way to see Carol from Grandview
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Guess I could stop through, and beat it up for a few
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Creep in through her doorway, and told her to drop them britches
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You ain’t the only one, I got 2 many bitches (hooty hooo)
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(Anybody Killa)
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Hey bitch where your girls at?
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Tell them grab they shit, and meet me in the back
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I’m about to put them in a new situation
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Life of luxury, you, your girls and me
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I’m so glad that you took the opportunity,
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to come to the underground
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And open up yourself to me
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But there’s so many others out there just like you
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So I’m off to the next 'cause we through
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Thanks again!
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(Chorus 2x)
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2 many bitches wanna see this thug
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When I be
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Ridin' (Ridin')
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Glidin' (Glidin')
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Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
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(Repeat till fades)
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Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
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2 Many Bitches
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| Blaze Ya Dead Homie |
