Mathematics - Eggs, Hash & Grits lyrics

[Intro: Streetlife] This goes out, to all the girls I f**ed before... [M-Speed] Yeah, I smoke weed like rastas in the heat of the night Getting head under the sheet, shorty blowing me right You know the science God, b**h deepthroating the mic Getting head for about an hour though, f**ing in the shower though Been jail to once, never lost my man power though Moon a nasty n***a, ask your bird how I knocked it down Slung the co*k around, had the b**h screaming 'stop it now' Sex is a law when the doors is closed, dick arose I'm like Snoop Doggy Dogg, I don't love these hoes I stick and move like a criminal, taking your cash If a b**h got her period, I f** in the a** Booty's better than the p**y, got me nuttin' as fast, what the deal n***a? Is it real n***a? [Chorus 2X: Streetlife] We don't like cla**y chicks, we like a b**h that s** a ashy dick And when she done, don't ask for sh** Big a** and tits, new tricks, handcuffs and whips In the morning, eggs, hash and grits [Drama] Yo, I used to be vexed and sh**, hate b**hes n***as I know, thugged out, but straight digging n***as like me, jigged out, but ain't getting Then I said 'alright, ok', the way he's tricking Then they put me on to the game, ain't straight pimping Bodies, hoes, licks and sh**, they start stripping Only face f** them hoes, no fish licking Only do you kiss them, where you know where their lips been Never tell them you love 'em, never tell 'em you miss 'em Have 'em in the kitchen, scrubbing drawers and dishes Never be too nice to hoes, they won't listen This what happens when you nice to hoes, pay attention Had a bad chick, fly like f** Quick to brag about her, quick to big her up When chilling at her house, n***as grilling me for what Just to throw it in they face, I stay feeling on her bu*t Slob the chick down, start holding hands and stuff So my man Street put me on, "Yo, Drama, yo what up?" I know you think she wifey, but you dealing with a s*ut Them n***as that was grilling you, was feeling her with nut f** a b**h, n***a... n***a, f** a b**h, n***a... what? [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Drama (girl)] Aiyo, come over here ma, what's the deal? (What, n***a, what?) Come on, ma, you know you got love for me (I ain't f**ing with you, n***a I ain't f**ing with ya broke n***as) You crazy b**h? You get a f**ing new skirt, don't know how to act (What, my skirt is fly, I'm a cla**y b**h) What? Who lying in ya face (f** you n***a, f** you) Ma, your weave is not even that tight (f** you, I got a man, n***a, I got a man, f** you, see I'm a cla**y b**h Tell one of them broke a**... n***a f** you, I'm a cla**y b**h) Stop lying to yourself, ma (I'm cla**y) Yo come over here, man, stop playing, your punk a**... I'm as broke as your lint in your pockets (Whatever, f** you, n***a, I'm a cla**y b**h) Just because you pay rent yourself... hehehe...