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 mamma 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 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 high-top fade



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'm not that fucking wonderful

No no no

I thought I told you to go



I'm not that fucking wonderful

No no no

I thought I told you to go



I'm not that fucking wonderful

No no no

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

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