2 Hookers And An 8 Ball — Mindless Self Indulgence

Two hookers and an eight ball I can't 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 I can't 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 hot coffee

Two hookers and an eight ball I can't believe that I write this shit Two hookers and an eight ball Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

How 'bout that coke You want that coke I thought I told you to go

How 'bout that coke You want that coke I thought I told you to go

How 'bout that coke You want that coke 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 I can't believe that I write this shit Two hookers and an eight ball Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

Two hookers and an eight ball I can't believe that i write this shit Two hookers and an eight ball Stupid people thinkin' I am cool