Burn Rubber (Dirty)

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 shit on yourself

When you see me rollin' in luxury

I won't fuck witchu, so don't fuck 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 niggaz 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 titties

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 bitches, 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 bitch[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 bitch 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 fuckin' 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

Fuck 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]