Mindless Self Indulgence - Two Hookers And An Eightball Lyrics
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
Mindless Self Indulgence lyrics
