Tytuł: Break a bitch college

• Wykonawca: Eightball
• Wyświetleń: 302

  
   Good morning, class
  This is your teacher, MJG
  Look at me as I write my name on the board
  Class, do you see my name?
  Do you understand my name?
  
  Well, listen
  Okay
  Class, today at Break-A-Bitch University
  We will teach young bustas, playa-hatas
  And all of these weak, narrow-minded young sissies
  How to break a bitch
  Now
  Really, it's so easy
  
  Mister G, I have a question
  Yes?
  Pimpology today is different than it was in the 70s
  Aha
  I wanna know how can anybody stroll today
  And if so, what proceeds do we have to go through?
  
  Well, check it out
  First here's what you have to do
  
  {MJG:}
  It's time to let the p-i-m-p in the fuckin front do'
  One mo' nigga cuttin paper on the down low
  It's so twisted in this white man's society
  Why it be hard for a nigga when he try to be
  Independent, on his own with a plan
  You hate it cause you can't understand how I can
  Rearrange and change how your daughter was raised
  And teach her how to constantly get paid when she's laid
  Ain't no use in bein the freak of the city, you still ain't got no ducats
  You want a rolex or ride buckets?
  Bitch, listen cause you gots plenty of competition from these other hoes
  Who think that you supposed
  To fall dead, short, lame to the game
  Don't worry, put them bitches in your pistol range
  MJ fuckin G settin your mind free with the type of knowledge
  Class has started, day number one in Break-A-Bitch College
  
  And today, class
  We have a guest speaker, Mister Fat Mac
  Please introduce yourself...
  
  Good evening, players, good evening
  Eightball the Fat Mac here
  I'm here to let you know
  That these bitches, mean these bustas no good
  You see what I'm sayin?
  Now first of all, class
  Are there any questions?
  
  Ah yes, Mister Eightball
  You bein a Professor of Pimpology
  Tell me how these niggas let these hoes
  Get em caught up in that fuck shit
  
  Alright buddy, check this out...
  
  {Eightball:}
  Once again here I come pushin that funk into your ear
  Do you recall Eightball, the player of the year
  Calm cause I'm cool, and I'm cool cause I'm calm
  Leavin hoes shell-shocked like they fall in Vietnam
  Mayn, some have game, but most of them can't handle this
  Those that I think are stars, end up bein scandalous
  Welfare recipients, crib full of rugrats
  Boost a couple of shirts, and now the bitch think she all that
  Freakazoids have a nigga noid steppin up to me
  Hoes that'll fuck you fast might be packin H.I.V.
  Me, I'm packin jimmy hats
  So a hoe won't give me that
  Shit about she on the pill
  Knowin that her pussy kill
  See, through my education illustrations were the key
  See, where I'm from only bustas have to pay a fee
  Now you might ask what can a nigga do to get started
  Pull a hoe and go enroll in Break-A-Bitch College
  
  Ah yeah
  Now that was a very nice lecture
  And as I walk back over to the middle of the bulletin board
  I - I kinda figured, I wondered to myself
  And I looked at my class, and I
  It seems that you have more questions
  Is there any more questions?
  
  Yes
  Yes, Mister MJG
  I have a question
  Yes?
  Ah - in 94
  Do you think - ah
  Any bitches are gonna come up?
  Can - can any bitches be pimps?
  
  Look here, look here
  Let me tell you...
  
  {MJG:}
  Now these bitches got a lotta game for a nigga, so
  That made me try to see how to break a hoe
  What exactly would it take for me to make the bitch click
  How damn quick could I make the bitch break a trick
  How fuckin long will it take to make my profit
  And what kinda justice can this hoe do for my pocket
  Talkin space-age pimpin, similar to the oldies
  In ways like keepin our business tight, not by tryina be Goldie
  These niggas gettin they game picked down to the bone
  If you listen on what these hoes have to say, your money's gone
  Nigga, focus on your own rhyme, make em follow your own rules
  Don't be a fool, nigga, bring that bitch on by to school
  I got a class for that ass, and it stars at seven
  'I was a pimp' at ten o'clock, break till eleven
  Future looks good for the smartest
  Niggas in the school of Sir Break-A-Bitch College
  
  Okay class, okay class
  Everybody just needs to settle down
  Everybody just settle down
  We're gonna break in about 15 minutes
  But we have one more lecture, one more lecture
  Now ehm, eh
  Calm down, calm down
  I'm gonna take one more question
  I'm gonna take -
  Are there any more questions?
  
  Ah yeah - ah
  I wanna know
  How can a ordinary busta like me
  You know, you know
  ...get in Break-A-Bitch College?
  
  {Eightball:}
  Not long ago I grew up as a youngster in this shit
  When all I wanted to do is stick my dick up in a bitch
  That dope made my ends, and my ends bought me weed
  And all I wanted to see was them young bitches on they knees
  Uncle Sam, damn, can I get a job, see
  I don't wanna sell this dope, and nope, I don't wanna get out and rob
  Today I was coolin like I usually do
  I met this hoe after a show that wanted to chew me and screw
  Now some busta-ass nigga woulda fucked the bitch
  But at Break-A-Bitch College that's called trickin off your dick
  On the corner ain't no pimps, real players are low-key
  I'm on the verge of a splurge, settin up shop in Tennessee
  Ain't no future for the lame, ain't no love in this game
  Do you fuck them hoes and trust them hoes and love em with no shame?
  9 times out of 10, trick nigga, if you do
  Break-A-Bitch College got a scholarship just for you
  
  Ah yes
  Damn good class, damn good class
  Wonderful graduates
  I love em all, I love em all
  
  Now class
  Can you all join in with me
  For our school alma mater
  And let's sing it
  I'm proud to be an alumni
  From Break-A-College
  I'm proud to be...