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