Lyrics: 2 Hookers And An 8 Ball

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