Burn Rubber

Eastside, bitch
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