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The Lox
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Bitches From Eastwick
Lyricist:Deric Angelettie, Dap Sugar Willie, Isaac Hayes, Jay Phillips, Sheek, Styles, Carl Thompson
Aiyo, I woke up in a daze wit da slight headache You know tha usual, tha studio getting, red late Serious jet lag when I get to bed late That why I fuck 'cause I be weak when I get head late
Today I got a session wit Ronnie I mean Veronica Met her last year about a week before Hanukkah Sounds foolish I mean honey wasn't Jewish But she had a lot of dough and she was nice on computers
She told me she was born and raised in Bermuda And came here just to get a job as a tutor I pursued make a long story short screwed her She moved and she came back still on tha same track
Same wit same chips ass it was still fat And I ain't really think she wuz a freak But she did ask a lotta questions 'bout Stylez and Sheik She called me and said she was in town fo a week
The Westside, Manhattan, the Suite and tha Marquise How I felt about gettin' up fo old times sake I'ma bring Stylez and Sheik wit me datta be great Jus have two friendz we gon bring da truck and tha new Benz
Desert in da stashin' da Sony cam zoom lens All have ourselves one big hell of a weekend Eat at Puff's joint an catch a show at tha beacon Twist a dutch blaze from Y O to the Hudson
Pass tha tall one 2 5 we still puffin' We got tha heat on a cold night 'n' da winter Stylez you remember, Sheik you remember
Oh yeah, I remember dem hoe's dat night We wuz at da beacon right, Chris Tucker performing All of us wuz in der outside it wuz stormin' Cats and Dogs, aiyo dese hoe's wuz tough
Besides tha air condition on high we wuz icy enough From my neck to da belt buckle to our shoes shall I go on Wit 5 of us up front he needed shades to perform Mose from tha flo up we inside toe up, I drink, dey smoke, no coke
Besides tha shit he said on stage tha cash we had on us wuz no joke I slid fo seats down she sittin' der smilin' Lookin' like she from an island not them chicks dat be out wilin' Told me dat her name wuz Cindy
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Favorite show Mark and Mindy Favorite color green no kids but plan to have plenty We chit den chat 'bout dis 'n' dat From what kind of whip she push to what bar she be at
She played hard to get But we made it from tha movie to tha jacuzzi From tha jacuzzi to the bed We fucked until we both got woozy
Woke up breath stinkin', yawnin' and shit I smelt breakfast in tha kitchen but where wuz da bitch I walked in der it wuz cheese eggs and grits on da table Wit beef sausages and orange juice next to da cable
Wit a note sayin' sorry I had to rob you baby but I need cash like you I ain't your ordinary slut Or dick teaser please I need food in my freezer And by the time you read dis note I done been spent yo Visa
I remember Beatrice but niggas like me call her B 'Cause she like to fuck doggy style plus hold da D But now I got to handle dis 'cause dey skandalous Cindy robbed Shiek and moved to Los Angeles
Like I won't killa friend Went to bounce stole a Benz, note in tha garage Tu y'all ontaraj Y'all 3 rugged niggas but y'all gotta get robbed Don't take it personal we didn't finish the job, manaje Twa
We kill niggas wit dey dick hard, they got me lookin'at da letta stuff Why da fuck dey left da truc, 3 bitches in my house Probably try to wet me up, crept to tha kitchen Seen Ronnie by the cabanet Tried tha gun holster with tha forty fo maganet
Shot her in da heart Den caught tha earchess fabanet Den I seen Cindy, tha bitch tried to end me Running out da living room, bustin' off Kissimee
The bitch couldn't aim, so I blew her out da frame Turned around to Beatrice, why you look speechless We could have lived it up and jus fucked on tha beaches And now you gotta die and da stupid bitch is reaching
B'fo I cocked it back, I heard tires screeching Saw Sheik and James started muthafucking squeezin'
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