Mindless Self Indulgence - 2 Hookers & an 8 Ball

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 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
It ain't that fuckin' hard

I'm standing up through 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 high case of rabies and a hot coffee

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


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 dawg
Puppy dawg

Eight ball nigga's for all the fine ladies
Falling out of my mercedes and into the eighties
With a high case of rabies and a hot coffee

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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