Текст песни 2 H******s and an 8 B*** - Mindless Self Indulgence
Two
hookers
and
an
eight
ball
Can
you
believe
that
I
write
this
shit
Two
hookers
and
an
eight
ball
Stupid
people
thinkin'
I
am
cool
I
definitely
give
myself
props
And
that
way
I
always
get
what
I
want
I
always
try
to
keep
my
edge
With
two
hookers
and
an
eight
ball
Nigga
for
all
the
stolen
goods
As
I
rock
that
niggas
and
get
freaky-deaky
With
a
front
row
ticket
for
all
of
my
bitches
'Cause
my
mamma
said
to
pick
the
very
best
one
Two
hookers
and
an
eight
ball
Can
you
believe
that
I
write
this
shit
Two
hookers
and
an
eight
ball
It
ain't
that
fuckin'
hard
I'm
standing
up
to
all
my
abuse
Inexperience
is
where
I
lose
I'm
struggling
to
keep
my
edge
With
two
hookers
and
an
eight
ball
Baby,
for
all
the
fine
ladies
Falling
out
of
my
Mercedes
and
into
the
eighties
With
a
bad
case
of
rabies
and
a
high-top
fade
Two
hookers
and
an
eight
ball
Can
you
believe
that
I
write
this
shit
Two
hookers
and
an
eight
ball
Stupid
people
thinkin'
I
am
cool
I'm
not
that
fucking
wonderful
No
no
no
I
thought
I
told
you
to
go
I'm
not
that
fucking
wonderful
No
no
no
I
thought
I
told
you
to
go
I'm
not
that
fucking
wonderful
No
no
no
I
thought
I
told
you
to
go
Puppy
dog
Puppy
dog
Eight
ball
nigga's
for
all
the
stolen
goods
I
rock
them
bitches
and
get
freekydeeky
With
the
front
row
tickets
for
all
of
my
bitches
'Cause
my
momma
said
to
pick
the
very
best
one
Two
hookers
and
an
eight
ball
Can
you
believe
that
I
write
this
shit
Two
hookers
and
an
eight
ball
Stupid
people
thinkin'
I
am
cool
Two
hookers
and
an
eight
ball
Can
you
believe
that
i
write
this
shit
Two
hookers
and
an
eight
ball
Stupid
people
thinkin'
I
am
cool
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