42 Fake - Mac Dre

Let me whoop this puss on you

(You can’t whoop that puss on me)

Ain’t no ho puss worth my life

(Ain't no puss worth my life)

I ain’t know this ho was shyst

(I didn’t know the ho was shyst)

I met her on a Thursday at the DMV

She was payin’registration I was tryin’to get an I.D.

Didn’t trip 'til she talked intellectual

And the way she moved was hella sexual

I threw bait, strictly experimental

Dropped my pencil made it look accidental

She bit quick like a big mouth bass

And when she picked up my pencil all I saw was ass

I said what’s your name, she said my name’s LaShawn

I said excuse my ebonics, but baby you the bomb!

She smiled, told me I was far from ugly

Asked me how I was doin', I said lav lav lovely

Looked at my watch, said my schedule’s tight

But if you give up the number I’ll call your ass tonight

Right

She was with it and gave up the digits

And when I called later on she said come visit

Who is it?

She said when I knocked on the door

I said it’s young M D, oh you ain’t knowin'

Stepped inside and I can tell from a distance

She was burning scented candles and maybe even incence

Boy I tell ya she was in the mood

She said I hope your hungry cause I cooked up some food

She lit the fireplace threw on a love ballad

Before the main course we ate shrimps and salad

We talked for a while and drinked Zinfandel

She had ass like ten games of big pin the tail

On the donkey

Chocolate, opposite from honkey

All I can think about is hittin’that monkey

She was diggin’your folks, boy I could tell

How she served fat steaks and big lobster tail

On the first visit

Everything exquisite

The door bell rang she didn’t ask who is it She must’ve knew dude, cause she gave some cash

He kicked down a twomp sack and a fat gram of hash

We smashed

We turn joints to dubees

She eightysixed the music and pull out three movies

Mohogany

The Mack

Baby Got Back

She said, I’ll be right back

Roll the rest of that sack

I rolled the weed up Then I kicked my feet up Then two niggas came in with masks all G’d up The plot thickens

I’m slippin’like a mutherfucka

Mopped and chopped and gettin’treated like a sucka

Five minutes ago I was feelin’fuck great

But now I’m gagged up wrapped in duct tape

They choke me Broke me And dropped me off on the bridge

And all I can think about was killin’that bitch

My worst mistake

Fuckin’with a snake

How a playa gonna fall for that Fortytwo Fake?

That Fortytwo Fake

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