[ D-Loc ]
Rich, what's up with these b**hes coppin these attitudes, man?
[ Richie Rich ]
Man, I don't know, I had one of these stupid hoes the other night, man
[ D-Loc ]
Shoulda slapped that b**h
[ Richie Rich ]
Talkin sh**
I'ma talkin about real sh**
Cause I got up out the co*k and went to handle some business
[ D-Loc ]
That's what you 'posed to do
[ Richie Rich ]
Well, I didn't really handle no business though
I went and f**ed with another b**h
[ D-Loc ]
f** that b**h, you ain't got to be s**in up to no stupid-a** hoe
[ Richie Rich ]
The hoe breath was stankin and everything
I offered the hoe a Tic Tac
Matter of fact, the hoe name was Nic Nac...
[ Richie Rich ]
You're just mad cause I left the room
And since I didn't come back you're actin a fool
b**h, I had a knot, so I rushed up out the co*k
What you thought was a knock was a hoe on jock
So I skipped and you don't know why
Silly muthaf**a, the co*k was dry
I kept pumpin and poundin, and all I saw
Was 10 more minutes of this and my dick would be straight raw
Nic Nac, your breath needs a Tic Tac
f**in with the Dubble-R you needs to kick back
I made the "415" and "Sniches & Biches"
And I be damned if a hoe will milk me for riches
Just straight up dick is your option to lick
f** ridin on the gold ones and material sh**
It's like this, baby girl, you better survive
And quit talkin sh** about the 415
So take that, Miss Nic Nac
You ain't held 415 back