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