Texty:
Big Black He S A Whore

He's a whore -- I'll do anything for money He's a whore -- With the things you like to eat He's a whore -- Well, the stories I could tell He's a whore

up in Buffalo Real G's makin her back swell Only givin head to those niggaz who rapped well Owned a black cell, flip it, sippin on Whitman cool mints Rumors spread, half a

a pimp keeps a choice But you lames gotta change when you gave the whore a port' One weekend at the Allstar and the bitch bought a Porsche? I ain't mad

't believe this bitch works at the cleaner's Bringing me home diseases swinging from Obie's penis She's so deceiving, shit this ho's a genius, she geed us That's

nigga dizzy south, til he's out, busy mouth Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a gang a mill Spot

you I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs too I'm just a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush too Without a paintbrush too Bulletproof Wallets

you one Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking? Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled It's a big chance, big pants, might

for some dough But ya already know, if you got big pelotas Anybody now a days, might be the chotas A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with police And all

humanity's dealing A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss Forever and take all the cheddar like child support I support Pun in anything he does, anything he