Two hookers and an eight ball

I can't 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

I can't 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 hot coffee

Two hookers and an eight ball

I can't believe that I write this shit

Two hookers and an eight ball

Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

How 'bout that coke

You want that coke

I thought I told you to go

How 'bout that coke

You want that coke

I thought I told you to go

How 'bout that coke

You want that coke

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

I can't believe that I write this shit

Two hookers and an eight ball

Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

Two hookers and an eight ball

I can't believe that i write this shit

Two hookers and an eight ball

Stupid people thinkin' I am cool