Mindless Self Indulgence

Mindless Self Indulgence - Two Hookers And An Eightball lyrics

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two hookers and an 8-ball

i can't believe that i write this shit

two hookers and an 8-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 8-ball nigga

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 8-ball

i can't believe that i write this shit

two hookers and an 8-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 8-ball baby

for all the fine ladies

fallin' outta my mercedes

with a bad case of rabies and a hot baby



two hookers and an 8-ball

i can't believe that i write this shit

two hookers and an 8-ball

stupid people thinkin' i am cool



(saturday... saturday.. saturday.. what a day)



how 'bout that coke, you want that coke? i thought i told you give up (x2)

puppy dog, puppy dog



8-ball niggaz 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 8-ball

i can't believe that i write this shit

two hookers and an 8-ball

stupid people thinkin' i am coo



two hookers and an 8-ball

i can't believe that i write this shit

two hookers and an 8-ball

stupid people thinkin' i am cool
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