Burn Rubber

Eastside, bitch
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 Yeah, you know about that
 Real players
 The real ones
 I burn rubber on you quick as hell
 You need some toilet paper, don't shit on yourself
 When you see me rolling in luxury
 I won't fuck with you, so don't fuck with me
 I'm just riding, siding, whipping and dipping
 I look at all the young hoes tripping
 It's no big deal when little hotties get hot
 When niggaz get jealous, somebody get shot
 You in love? Might make you lose your mind
 That's why I run these gray girls, two at a time
 With no discretion, to me, you're so depressing
 Acting like you don't know, my profession
 I look at them thighs and look at them titties
 Take your ass straight on out, of Sin City
 Wearing all pink just like Hello Kitty
 Bringing back all C-notes and no fifties
 So damn fre-fre-fresh
 So damn fre-fre-fre-fre-fre
 So damn-d-d-damn fresh
 So damn-damn fre-fre-fre-fre-fre-fre
 Burning rubber on these bitches, so fast
 Burn rubber as you smash all fast
 Tell it like $hort, no ass, no pass
 All you Santa Claus players, be on your way
 With a bag full of toys on the back of your sleigh
 You hit your girl's house, one by one
 Climb down the chimney, and give 'em all something
 You trick, don't come around me fronting
 Talking 'bout how you pimping giving hoes what they wanting
 You worse than a studio gangsta
 Behind closed doors, getting his booty hole spanked up
 You suckers disrespect the game
 All these video hoes out there spitting your name
 You love it when they make that, ass clap
 But she don't give me no cash, I'll pass it back
 I kick her where she stash the crack
 In the plastic sack, when she crash the 'Lilac punk bitch
 So damn fre-fre-fresh
 So damn fre-fre-fre-fre-fre
 So damn-d-d-damn fresh
 So damn-damn fre-fre-fre-fre-fre-fre
 They trying to give the rap game to some real punks
 It's just like when disco, killed the funk
 Can't tell me nothing, when I know I'm right
 Like a bowlegged bitch with a overbite, that suck it right
 Player this pimp don't lie
 How many porn stars you know that went to Crenshaw High?
 A lot of fucking for a whole lot of nutting
 You just wanna be noticed, so you're out there slutting
 I never really cared about popular fame
 It's all about sitting on top of the game
 So don't stop 'til your panties drop
 Fuck the mayor, the preacher, and a cop
 You better tell him what it cost, get his mind on track
 'Cause he look like he lost
 Bring him back, and dig in his pockets quick
 Steal his watch, and make sure he got a drop, bitch
 So damn fre-fre-fresh
 So damn fre-fre-fre-fre-fre
 So damn-d-d-damn fresh
 So damn-damn fre-fre-fre-fre-fre-fre