Dopeman Bitch

[Mr. Bigg, toned down voice, Chorus X3] Your friends ain't shit Your sister ain't shit And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch [Mr. Bigg in a higher voice, with females, Chorus X6] Your friends ain't shit Your sister ain't shit And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch [Verse One] Some nasty ass bitch said I had a nasty mouth Every time I open don't nothin' but nasty shit come out Listen bitch to this story about A young nigga comin' straight from the fuckin' south I'm 6'6" slangin' dick Alabama style Fuck a bitch and call her a hoe and kick her out the door Bitches like it when a nigga talk nasty to 'em Beat they ass and take they cash And them project hoes I don't trust 'em Niggas fall in love with them but everybody fuckin' 'em I'm talkin' national hoes until I die A bitch can't respect herself so why the fuck should I? Say yes ma'am or call you a lady Take you out to dinner bitch you got to be crazy You got the nerve to say I ain't shit? Cuz I got no respect for a sorry ass lazy ass bitch [Chorus with Mr. Bigg and females X4] [Verse Two] Have you ever met a bitch in your life that was no good? Everybody done fucked her in the neighborhood They all call her by her nickname She suck dick man And she love the dopeman Different niggas every night different cars in the yard The stankin' bitch fucked all my homeboys And on check baby bitch got a lot around the house Niggas waitin' to stick they dick up in the bitch mouth All you silly hoes and food stampers You gettin' your hair fixed you need to be buyin' some pampers Your babies ain't had shoes in a year But you're wearin' Diamonds in your motherfuckin' ears Bitch you gets no respect Since you? me to kick your ass clean out the projects I feel sorry for your babies They can't help it if they motherfuckin' nanny just plain lazy Dirty dishes in the sink cuz they ain't been fed And they sleepin' in a pissy ass bunk bed Five other kids five different daddies Little bad motherfuckers throwin' rocks at my Caddy I still give 'em change everytime I see 'em The bitch don't need 'em cuz the bitch won't feed 'em You got the nerve to say I ain't shit? Cuz I got no respect for a sorry ass lazy ass bitch [Chorus with Mr. Bigg and females X4] [Verse Three] Went to the mall what I seen was a fuckin' shame I seen some hoes out there stealin' but I ain't gon' call they name They didn't know it but I seen they ass creepin' Had a trunk full of shit that they done stole out of? and Parisian's The bitch tried to call me a lie Tryin' on clothes that you know your ass ain't gon' buy Bitches like to steal silk (shit) But won't go to the store to steal a can of milk They wanna blame it on they baby daddy You can't blame your baby daddy you don't know your fuckin' baby daddy I see you in the club thinkin' you the shit hoe But for real though you tryin' to turn a trick hoe With the first nigga with the most gold on Fat? beeper and a celluar phone Now it's time for you to take all the kill Forty dollars for the light bill fifty for the phone bill More kids than the bitch own already but Pussy so big motherfuckers gotta bring a lunch And a Walkman with extra batteries Niggas throwin' a party on that pussy every Saturday You got the nerve to say I ain't shit? Cuz I got no respect for a sorry ass lazy ass bitch [Chorus with Mr. Bigg and females until fade]