(Chorus 2x)
2 many b****** wanna see this thug
When I be
Ridin' (Ridin')
Glidin' (Glidin')
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
(Blaze)
b****** call me daddy (Hey dad!)
They like the way a muh'f**** creep,
through the hood in a caddy
I'm a mack in my own right, like Cube said
Getting my d*** sucked in a alleyway, by a chickenhead
I don't love that hoe, and I ain't handcuffing
Too many b******, and they turkies needed stuffing
Like this b**** the other day, begging me to drive over,
and beat it up properly
I'm like a young Wilt, still in his prime
Cause there's oh so many b******,
and there's oh so little time
They all want a piece of the dead, and they can't have it
Still a little picky, on which hoes that I'm stabbing
So if I serve d*** to you, you've been blessed
Now go home and brag about the s*** to your friends (uh oh!)
That's the way it goes I suppose
Got to hit the store, for some more rubbers,
for these hoe's
2 many b******
(Chorus 2x)
2 many b****** wanna see this thug
When I be
Ridin' (Ridin')
Glidin' (Glidin')
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
(Anybody Killa)
When it comes to them b******, I know a few
Sack chasing, blood sucking leeches with b****
Ready to set it off, I keep 'em blind and lost
And if they getting lippy, they getting tossed
Just for frontin'
There's too many hoes actin' like some b******
Not a lick of woman in them, so they get vicious
Calm me down, hold me back
Light the blunt, and let me hit it,
before this 'rat get smacked
It's like me and Grundy, can spot a chicken coming
Bobbling her head, ready to gobble d*** or something
Putin' up with hoodrats for years
Because the streets of the D, are just oh so clear
But I keep on riding, say what's up
I'm a sucka for some t******, and a fine a** b***
Its the life of a killer, true tales with no glitches
Too much game, brings 2 many b****** for real
(Chorus 2x)
2 many b****** wanna see this thug
When I be
Ridin' (Ridin')
Glidin' (Glidin')
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
(Blaze)
My calendar's filled,
hoe's making appointments to get it drilled
Met a chick with a phat a**, couldn't wait to get in that (Who?)
She said her name was Karen
And she didn't mind sharing time
She stayed off I-94 and Outer Drive
I'm on my way to see Carol from Grandview
Guess I could stop through, and beat it up for a few
Creep in through her doorway, and told her to drop them britches
You ain't the only one, I got 2 many b****** (hooty hooo)
(Anybody Killa)
Hey b**** where your girls at?
Tell them grab they s***, and meet me in the back
I'm about to put them in a new situation
Life of luxury, you, your girls and me
I'm so glad that you took the opportunity,
to come to the underground
And open up yourself to me
But there's so many others out there just like you
So I'm off to the next 'cause we through
Thanks again!
(Chorus 2x)
2 many b****** wanna see this thug
When I be
Ridin' (Ridin')
Glidin' (Glidin')
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
(Repeat till fades)
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
2 many b****** wanna see this thug
When I be
Ridin' (Ridin')
Glidin' (Glidin')
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
(Blaze)
b****** call me daddy (Hey dad!)
They like the way a muh'f**** creep,
through the hood in a caddy
I'm a mack in my own right, like Cube said
Getting my d*** sucked in a alleyway, by a chickenhead
I don't love that hoe, and I ain't handcuffing
Too many b******, and they turkies needed stuffing
Like this b**** the other day, begging me to drive over,
and beat it up properly
I'm like a young Wilt, still in his prime
Cause there's oh so many b******,
and there's oh so little time
They all want a piece of the dead, and they can't have it
Still a little picky, on which hoes that I'm stabbing
So if I serve d*** to you, you've been blessed
Now go home and brag about the s*** to your friends (uh oh!)
That's the way it goes I suppose
Got to hit the store, for some more rubbers,
for these hoe's
2 many b******
(Chorus 2x)
2 many b****** wanna see this thug
When I be
Ridin' (Ridin')
Glidin' (Glidin')
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
(Anybody Killa)
When it comes to them b******, I know a few
Sack chasing, blood sucking leeches with b****
Ready to set it off, I keep 'em blind and lost
And if they getting lippy, they getting tossed
Just for frontin'
There's too many hoes actin' like some b******
Not a lick of woman in them, so they get vicious
Calm me down, hold me back
Light the blunt, and let me hit it,
before this 'rat get smacked
It's like me and Grundy, can spot a chicken coming
Bobbling her head, ready to gobble d*** or something
Putin' up with hoodrats for years
Because the streets of the D, are just oh so clear
But I keep on riding, say what's up
I'm a sucka for some t******, and a fine a** b***
Its the life of a killer, true tales with no glitches
Too much game, brings 2 many b****** for real
(Chorus 2x)
2 many b****** wanna see this thug
When I be
Ridin' (Ridin')
Glidin' (Glidin')
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
(Blaze)
My calendar's filled,
hoe's making appointments to get it drilled
Met a chick with a phat a**, couldn't wait to get in that (Who?)
She said her name was Karen
And she didn't mind sharing time
She stayed off I-94 and Outer Drive
I'm on my way to see Carol from Grandview
Guess I could stop through, and beat it up for a few
Creep in through her doorway, and told her to drop them britches
You ain't the only one, I got 2 many b****** (hooty hooo)
(Anybody Killa)
Hey b**** where your girls at?
Tell them grab they s***, and meet me in the back
I'm about to put them in a new situation
Life of luxury, you, your girls and me
I'm so glad that you took the opportunity,
to come to the underground
And open up yourself to me
But there's so many others out there just like you
So I'm off to the next 'cause we through
Thanks again!
(Chorus 2x)
2 many b****** wanna see this thug
When I be
Ridin' (Ridin')
Glidin' (Glidin')
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
(Repeat till fades)
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94