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Compton's Most Wanted - U's a Bitch lyrics
One more man eater but perpetrate like your sweeter But I'm hip to the game I know your nothing but a cheater Always trying to game on my wallet Fuck you or love you how should I call it? And its true all you say is do for you. and If you got a kid I guess I gotta do them too Wrong aint no rings on your finger You've mistaked Eiht as some punk love singer Saying your down with me and only me but I'm hearing your fucking the neighbourhood G. Little Skee Ain't nuthin popping No snaps get spent until the panties start dropping I guess a hoe is a hoe but for you to gank me? Bitch, Eiht don't think so Your nothing but a user raised in the Compton streets girl you's a.....bitch I met you when I was rolling, you and your home girl strolling Flagging me down, I guess I'll stop for this sorry clown Another stupid one, here we go again Cleared my throat and said "uhmmm wheres your boyfriend?" She tried to check me and say, "I'm independant" I said "Girl Eiht aint stupid, somebodies getting in it." "And if you got a man" I said " he's shorter than a midget. "So come on this side and rush the 7 digits." I said "whats the plan?" She said "I don't know call me later" I said "I'll call you later, you crooked alligator." Spent all my snaps that night, just to make you holler I come home with a dollar So one day I decide to make a surprise creep You and another nigga hugged up in the middle of the street Damn...Girl...Shit.. You's a.....Bitch Now what should I do? Keep my cool, step back and clown? Or go to jail for like months for beating you down? But I can't afford that bad rap cause my rep is too big to be caught up in that crap You stupid little skeezer In fact I'll call you a bitch, in other words a dick teaser And its my style you cramp You say pay for the play. I'll pay for it with a food stamp, tramp Geah, and thats a fact Whatever I'm giving your ass bitch I'm taking it right back And in this rap I'll kick it about the girls thats sly, slick, and wicked So no more getting over Walk out on your hind legs rover, you lost your clover I'm [huh?] the nigga uses You know what I'm talking about girl you's a .....bitch Geah, coming at you in the nine deuce. Going out to all the bitches trying to gank, scheme on a nigga's snaps Whut up |
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