Devin The Dude - Hope I Don't Get Sick-A-This lyrics

Oooooooooo-Ooooo Oooooooooo-Ooooo Devin not devil or no demon how uneven Weed & cigarrs, brew in the seat of the car Who can it be other than coffee brother D I cut a sweet with my finger Choke a b**h with my dick then walk up the stairs and hang her Who can get they thang s**ed while they boo boo? - I can, by a chinese b**h who just fixed the moo-goo-gai pan I stay high man I guess thats why a motherf**er smile Feedin these hoes dick fudruckers style A buck wild b**h I like her Other hoes might try to fight her I be tip-toein through texas Even got b**hes in ryder Ask me do I know a ho named so and so I might've ask her did I nut quick or was it one of them all nighters? I like dick lickers and ball biters And honey dips who don't trip if I don't write her I be kickin it Stickin this dick off in these b**hes It's gettin ridiculous I hope I don't get sick of this Oooooooooo-Ooooo Oooooooooo-Ooooo I'm just flippin, ridin, slippin, slidin and sh** Don't try this at home Cause see me be high in the b**h Phone rangin man I got my choice of 2 hoes Which one should I choose sh** you know how it goes I choose both now we on the other side of town stylin n***as mean muggin but I'm still smilin Cause one b**h is playing with the other b**hes titty Cat hangin' out I'm like "here kitty kitty" Every city and state Them hoes fix me a plate when I arrive Then I open up they thighs And I be amazed myself sometimes How I can get my dick raised with just one rhyme I started off horny with a hobby But no longer have to hub around the hotel lobby I be kickin it Stickin this dick off in these b**hes It's gettin ridiculous I hope I don't get sick of this Oooooooooo-Ooooo Oooooooooo-Ooooo Rumblin and tumblin Why theres no need I rather look at the fight Sit back and roll me some weed Me and my n***as we be lookin for hoes to conjer up Catch em in a group we swoop and ask them do they wanna f** And if they sleazy then its easy of course But if they lady like we gotta control our voice You know: Our volume, our pitch, our tone And if she still don't give you no p**y Tell the b**h gone on As the beat goes on the heat goes on Lil' sweetie excuse the booze it belongs to me I'm known to be pretty horny f** you in the mornin While you yawnin you'll feel this dick going in Pushin', Jugin' but it don't irritate No force no court no need to letigate Kickin it Stickin this dick off in these b**hes It's gettin ridiculous I hope I don't get sick-a-this Oooooooooo-Ooooo Oooooooooo-Ooooo Oooooooooo-Ooooo Oooooooooo-Ooooo