Lyrics Two Hookers - Mindless Self Indulgence

2 hookers and an 8 ball
Can you believe that i write this shit?
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Mother fuckers thinking i am cool
I definitely give myself props
And that way i always get what i want
I′m struggling to keep my edge
With 2 hookers
And an 8 ball nigga
For all the show goods
Cause i rock them niggaz
And get freaky deaky
With a front row ticket
For all of my bitches
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Can you believe that I write this shit?
2 hookers and an 8 ball
It. ain't. that. fucking. hard.
I′m struggling with all my abuse
'Cause inexperience is where I lose
Mother fucker.
I'm struggling to keep my edge
With 2 hookers
And an 8 ball baby
For all the fine ladies
Rolling out in my Mercedes
And into the 80s
With a high case of rabies
And a high strung beat
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Can you believe that i write this shit?
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Mother fuckers thinking i am cool
How ′bout that coke?
You want that coke?
Oh, oh, oh...
I thought I told ya to stop
What da cocaine?
What da fuck?
Oh, ah, ah...
I though I told ya to go
How ′bout that coke?
What da fuck?
Oh, ah, ah...
I thought I told ya give up
Puppy dawg
Puppy dawg
8 ball, baby
For all the fine ladies
Rolling out in my Mercedes
And into the 80s
With a high case of rabies
And a high strung beat
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Can you believe that i write this shit?
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Mother fuckers thinking i am
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Can you believe that i write this shit?
2 hookers and an 8 ball
Muthafuckas thinkin' i am cool