Bitches On My Jock - Prophet Posse

20 years old, ridin' in a 80.000 dollar Viper

Better watch out for the snipers

That be bumpin' our tapes, but they really don’t like us

Why must my friends haste me like the devil

When?

when I go to another level

(Aw man them treat you like this?)

Actually tell the truth several

But it ain’t no thing, it’s all good

I be all about development (development)

But I gots no time for arguments

Disagreements, skitzo settlements

Better get yoself together

Quit changing like the weather

Try seekin' the devil cause man I hate him mane, you gain never

Them girls be checkin' me, they ain’t checkin' you

You ain’t talkin' 'bout shit

Better put some in yo pockets

Use yo brain instead of yo dick

These words — I mean it

Shit I speak and done seen it

Don’t question me and get next to me

Prophet Posse … teamin' it

(?) no (?) to my back

I’m still gon' bring a fuller hat

Give credit where credit’s due dawg

It don’t even have to be like that

But it’s nobody but me and G

(?) Viper we got nothin' but 2 C’s

… see ya when I see you BITCH

Bitches on my jock cause I make alot of money

Niggas playa hatin' cause they don’t see nothin' funny

Indo …

See nigga I ain’t lyin'

I was broke (?) with no hope

Pick me up so now I’m flyin' alpine sippin' wine

(?) thang, Versace clothes shoppin' sprees

Jealous suckers watch my back …

My niggas in the pen doin' time for like my niggas maintainin'

So I just peep game

Keepin' composure

When the get out we gon' blow hella dosia

Like I told ya … keepin' it crunk …

It’s nothing wrong for bumpin' that grind and if you stand in that green

I got a pocket full of Trojans, if you know what I mean

Now check this, yo bitch respect this, I’m in it to win

I’m smellin' good, feelin' good off that (?) gin

I don’t know what other ladies be opposed to yo (?)

They must don’t know that chargin' bustas is the best way to get

Richer, get the picture, it’s not me and you

It’s me and you a lady is supposed to do

Bitches on my jock cause I make alot of money

Niggas playa hatin' cause they don’t see nothin' funny

Who called my cell phone, who the fuck

Could this be, trynna call me up at 3:33

In the morning, break a dawn 'n still yawnin'

Foamin' at the mouth, I’m long gone in

Float like a duck, high up in the sky

(?) and vogues with a peanut butter top and I can’t deny

Pull up a (?), pull up a seat

Lemons spit this pimpin' in yo ear

It’s oh so sweet, nominate a playa

Pull up a chair

I know what you talkin' 'bout, Indo

We 'bout to turn it out

Bitches on my jock cause make alot of money

Niggas playa hatin' cause they don’t see nothin' funny