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if it ain’t free

ladies and gentlemen, h-m-s-xuals, lesbians and transvest-tes
i am your platter spinnin’ poppa, your woofer whopper
your g-mosavã© from the mohavã©
sellin’ weed out the alley of the anti-dope valley

rollin’ like a tumbleweed through pimpville, pimpafornia
i’m the hungry hustler, afro m-th-‘ f-ckin’
givin’ a shout out to all these parasites
(parasites? you understand me?)

these mosquitos
(mosquitos)
mosquite ho’s
swarmin’ around my water tryin’ to suck me dry
but money come to hard to give it all to a broad
(i know that’s right, h-ll, yeah)

we all do stupid things payin’ too much for p-ssy
don’t have to be one of em’
so fellas, don’t get p-ssy-whoopped
(say what?)

whoop that p-ssy
(while yer bullshuttin’ looky here boy)
and we ain’t talkin’ bout all women
but if the maxipad fits, go ahead and wear it b-tch
(henh do you undersmell me?)

(check this out loco)
babay, you are the woman of my dreams
(yes you go on an do your thang)

and i really want to put a woman like you somewhere on my team
you have a sense of humor you s-xy and you smart
(you so intelligent)
but when you tried to take my money, honey
you broke my f-ckin’ heart

(c’mon ‘cuz where you at loco? you broke my f-ckin’ heart)
i said baby, yeah, i need you to step on out my car
(step on out my car don’t forget your panties and your bra)
‘cuz now i know exactly what you are
(ladies and gentlemen, fresh off parole the quarterpiece quartet)

you gold diggin’ b-tch usin’ yer p-ssy tryin’ to get rich maybe
(what you say baby? you need some what? you need some money?)
if your p-ssy ain’t free it’s not for me, baby
(you know you f-cked up, don’t ya? you know you f-cked up
don’t ya? don’t ya?)

you’s a gold diggin’ b-tch usin’ yer p-ssy tryin’ to get rich maybe
(n-n-no you’d you better not skip this song, you better
not skip this song)
if your p-ssy ain’t free it’s not for me
(i’ll be sittin’ up there)
baby
(watchin’ them male bashers ricky lake and queen latifah
so listen to this sh-t, biotch)

see, i finally figured out why these ho’s be hoin’
p-ssy is the only thing a b-tch got goin’
it must be sunday, ‘cuz you got no cl-ss
with the g-string goin’ up the crack o’yer -ss
(crack o’yer -ss)

yo, you didn’t speak back when i spoke to you
(spoke to you)
why? do i look broke to you?
you put your head down, baby, then you p-ss me
(p-ss me)
you hit the dance floor and started dancin’ nasty
(nasty)

and it’s a trip when a stripper start to strip
all the home boys feel obligated to tip
baby, even though i love the way you grease your thighs
i’m savin’ my money for some chile cheese fries

please, don’t make me laugh ho
take yo gold diggin’ hands off my afro
(afro)
give you money for dancin’? come on, boo
i wouldn’t give it to you, if you let me come on you

ooh, i never found a gold diggin’ woman arousin’
i’m a stingy black boy from the year two thousand
payin’ a broad is preposterous
unless you stick your d-ck down her esophagus

and even if you did that, you still a trick
(still a trick)
you need to make the woman pay for your d-ck
(you know)
you the one huffin’, you the one puffin’
she the one layin’ there, ain’t doin’ nuthin’

and i bet you ate the p-ssy hopin’ for good luck
nine times outta ten you didn’t get your d-ck sucked
b-tch too busy, thinkin’ ’bout
takin’ all the money out yer bank account

so get out my cadillac, real slow
and go back home to your dil-do
if you’re lookin’ for a trick, miss gold digger
you need to go talk to a old n-gg-

you gold diggin’ b-tch usin’ yer p-ssy tryin’ to get rich maybe
(all these little undercover prost-tutes, ‘cuz)
if your p-ssy ain’t free it’s not for me, baby
(get to the house and the b-tch stick out her hand and sh-t)

you’s a gold diggin’ b-tch usin’ yer p-ssy tryin’ to get rich maybe
(you know i ain’t tryin’ to be too n-gg-rish on the microphone
you know what i’m sayin’ cuz?)
if your p-ssy ain’t free it’s not for me, baby
(hey, let’s flip it with finesse, for the ladies)
(honey)

man, this girl walked up to me the other day
(you can’t have my money)
i ain’t even f-ckin’ her she want me to jeopardize my life
take her to the wrong neighborhood way across town
(honey)
and got mad at me when i asked her for some

money for some gas in my cadillac
(you can’t have my money)
i told her like this eyea, b-tch, i ain’t playin’
it ain’t like you my woman you know what i’m sayin’?
talkin’ ’bout a man s’posed to take care of a woman

i told her like sugar free, i said now wait a minute baby, hold on
(hold on)
that’s drama naw, naw, that’s some sh-t you got from your mama
now i ain’t fixin’ to break nary fingernail goin’ oops upside yo head
talkin’ ’bout take me shopping

i told her like be legit check this sh-t out, i say, hey man
i said hit me when your welfare check is comin’
and maybe we can go to the mall, or sumpin’ punk b-tch
(hey what’s nate dogg tell them b-tches man?
hey let me concentrate and say)

‘cuz i-i-i have never met a girl
(whay you playin’ me hey come on y’all)
that i love, in the whole wide world
(what ice cube say, hey check it out, he say)

last night she sucked my d-ck
now she kissin’ little man
won’t he suck my d-ck and let’s cut out the
middleman, man, man, man, man, man, man, man

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