Letra de 2 Hookers And An 8 Ball

2 hookers and an 8-ball Can you believe that I write this shit? 2 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 2 hookers and an 8-ball, niggas and all the dope dealers As I rock them digits and get Freaky deaky with a front-row ticket For all of my bitches 'Cause my momma said to pick the very best one 2 hookers and an 8-ball Can you believe that I write this shit? 2 hookers and an 8-ball It ain't that fucking hard I'm standing up to all my abuse And experiences where I lose I'm struggling to keep my edge With 2 hookers and an 8 ball, babies for all the fine ladies Rollin out in my Mercedes And into the 80's With a bad case of rabies And a high-top fade 2 hookers and an 8-ball Can you believe that I write this shit? 2 hookers and an 8-ball Stupid people thinking I am cool Saturday Saturday Saturday One day I'm not that fucking wonderful No, no, no I thought I told ya to go I'm not that fucking wonderful No, no, no I thought I told ya to go I'm not that fucking wonderful No, no, no I thought I told ya to go Well then go Fuckin' go 8-ball, niggas and all the dope dealers As I rock them digits and get Freaky deaky with a front-row ticket For all of my bitches 'Cause my momma said to pick the very best one 2 hookers and an 8-ball Can you believe that I write this shit? 2 hookers and an 8-ball Stupid people thinking I am cool 2 hookers and an 8-ball Can you believe that I write this shit? 2 hookers and an 8-ball Stupid people thinking I am cool