2 Pac - Fake Ass *****es Lyrics
[little kid] Tell me about these fake ass *****es[2Pac]Look here little niggaMost of these niggaz be *****es toobut you'll never hear that side of the storySo uhh, we finna do this shit like thisIt's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these *****esThey love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin richesWhat the ***** you think a trick is niggaNigga done stick and wet his dickand then get tricked out all his riches by a -- *****!I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost yaThink you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss herIt's like a mother*****in priveledgeSo don't give up your conversation, give that ***** your 7 digitsWhen she call ya, ask that tramp whassupAnd if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd upAnd let that ***** meditate to the dial toneAnd call me when you're ready to bone, and it's onA mother*****ing mack tonightStay that stay strapped cause my raps is tightYou *****in punks, I hate you snitchesWent against the grain and the game to be fake ass *****es(God, damn! You can't just hit them niggaz with that gameand expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.But we gonna kick this shit like this here)[Chorus: 2Pac]I can't stand fake ass *****esLyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches[repeat 2X]Time to show these bustas who's bossRun up on a real mother*****er and get tossedThe game is deep, and thicker than a mother*****in jimmyBroke hoes runnin round yellin
