No Krust

Throwin' that shit back to Mathis
 We kickin' back on the mattress
 I wanna preach to the masses
 Ballin' like my jersey Dirk
 I leave a hoe in the dirt
 My paycheck hit on the first
 Spent that shit all on her skirt
 I'll treat her well til she birth
 Mom to my sons, mom to my girls
 I gotta raise 'em correct
 All of my fingers are high, all of my digits
 All of my bitches are dry
 Girl I seen more than you more than you know
 I gotta flip and get back in the ride
 I gotta girl and she know that she mine
 I'm not the type to stoop low for a high
 Treatin' you wrong is a crime
 Lovin' you right is the time
 Of my life
 Pussy boy
 This is home alone
 I'm Macaulay Culk
 If you come into my territory yo ass gettin' domed
 I'm talkin yo ass gettin smoked
 Short rib, short choke
 Know I always clean my laundry like my wife was Wendy Byrde
 If things go wrong with this one - I don't think I'll ever trust
 Momma said don't fuck no girl who eats a sandwich with no crust
 I mean I'll handle it, like i always have
 Like I always did
 I don't want no white girl after this lil' Puerto Rican chick
 Eyes closed, wearin' all white robes
 Drive slow, twilight zone
 Watch my tone
 I don't wanna slip up
 I don't want no fake love
 Great dream I've been havin' - I don't wanna wake up
 You my main hoe
 You my main bitch
 No crust on the side
 Just the main dish
 You my main hoe
 You my main bitch
 No crust on the side
 Just the main dish
 You my main hoe
 You my main bitch
 No crust on the side
 Just the main dish
 You my main hoe
 You my main bitch
 No crust on the side
 Just the main dish