Crooked I - Black p**y lyrics

(Dresta) Ay wa**up?! Haha Y'all jump on in It's my homeboy Crooked I I'm Dresta Tha Gangsta kna 'mean? We supposed to pick up my homeboy Eiht I wan' try to hit him up right now to see what's happ'nin (Verse 1 by Dresta) I know you love it, the most rugged Mc's, out the Gate It's Dresta with them drunkest Crooked I and the Eiht Oh-Oh, 2 Compton n***as known for freakin 'em right Man, Crooked late at night got 3 and they tight In the Bourbon, swervin', do Irvine try'na catch Eiht So we can hook him with the 3rd fine lady Named Mercedes, got a body like a 'Maserati' Thinkin to myself:'I must be crazy! Tryna give away this hottie!' Now I glance at the pa**enger seat Can't deny that this girl by my side was just too damn fly Too Jeopardized, I just glanced at her eyes And them caramel thighs make my main man rise Can't wait to re-arrive at the 'tele So I can lick them honey off that ring on her belly For so', I glance in the mirror once mo' Loc, I gotta catch Eiht cause I know he gon' love this ho (Chorus) Real G's get lonely We can have fun but bring some for the homie (Sweet Black p**y) I only f** with real n***as only We can have fun but bring some for the homie (Sweet Black p**y) (Verse 2 by Mc Eiht) I gives a damn how these hoes tryna floss these days Cause they still gets the nuts, f**s tramps and s*uts I must have k** it, the way you want me, ride the pony 'Secrets' like Toni(Braxton), members only Dresta, I heard they turn in tricks for bucks 2 tricks get the dicks hard, ready to s** Don't be havin me in suspense, but in the meanwhile I be dippin up in the LB with C-Style Back to the CPT, home bud and Tanquerina Beatin' up the p**y like Ike(Turner) beat up Tina(Turner) You know me, the gangsta love'll never wine and dine Keep it tight, anytime I f** it like [name] Lately the Hype, I know it ain't right 3 a.m. I ring your phone every night Let's play house, no cat and mouse Don't floant it, Eiht just give it how you want it But in the end don't press your luck Because ain't no b**h like the b**h I f**ed! (Chorus) (Verse 3 by Crooked I) f** the bullsh**, the pimps at the pool pit I know that you want chips but dick is all you get I knock them skins out like always trained by custom auto Never givin' a b**h sh**, that's a hustlers motto Except sumptin' to swallow Now your boyfriend wanna follow Hit a n***a with a hollow tip and f** the b**h tomorrow I can never be your simp, trick! I'm slappin b**hes with 9 inches, the limp dick Plus a pimps dick Dig short, small, diggin 'em large and tall Y'all the bigger they are the harder they fall I f** 'em all!! The ho-philosopher, broke, dope and popular Still strokin' , now goin deeper than Ocean (??) I got your 'bra, gettin ready for the pony ride Doggy-style, so I can hit the backsiiiide Grab the head pump that a** in the air What did you know? The ho hollered:'how ya do dat dere?!' (Chorus) ...Sweet Black p**y... -till the end