Mack 10 - Get A Lil Head lyrics

Intro: Mack 10 This goes out to all them n***as, that got the ups on these hoes And that willy, don't give a mad a** f** about a b**h Tell em Techniec.... Verse One: Techniec, CJ Mac Listen up baby, yo I'm talkin to you (you) about what your fast a** need to be goin thru (aha) I see the ho in you (you), it ain't hard to go in you And I be fo' sho' a fool if I invest some dough in you I gotta show to do so cut straight to the chase Got five minutes, get in it, nuts straight to ya face (BLAOW!) In case you lost all your morals (What?) I know more hoes that specialise in oral (Open up!) I like that, sleep good on the flight back (uhh), spread the word The first night back that's on the Beach Outta town I met a freak with chips, made a n***a bust like Keith (God damn!) Mo' head the better while I go head for the cheddar (Uhuh, wa**up?) Man, I got a b**h bad as Shante Moore (Fo' sho'?) but I don't love that ho (why?) cos cash all I got love for She like to f**, I like to get my dick s**ed (uhuh) She gave me head while baby stashed her fingers in her bu*t (Nasty b**h) I told her "Baby, if you wanna be my honey (be my honey) you gotta s** my dick and you gots ta give me money" (Got to) She shook her head and she moaned out load (Ohhhh) She couldn't answer back, she had my dick in her mouth (ha ha) Ain't makin like a pretty b**h gogglin balls (Wa**up?) Especially if the pretty b**h is gogglin yours (or mine) I need a b**h to blow me out like a candle (wooof!) With lips like Badu and a mouth like Teisha Campbell (Fo' sho') Chorus: Get a lil' head, make a lil' love Get s**ed down tonight, s**ed down tonight *repeat* [Mack 10] Whattup Binky Mac? Verse Two: Binky Mac, Boo Kapone f**in for riches, elegant model b**hes (Uhh) My mind's in a right perspective, I keeps it temptin She's seen somethin glistenin and any ho will copper Binky from that Hoo Bangin, mobsters eatin lobsters (Ha ha) Boo sent me a b**h he thought I couldn't handle Wanna 4' 5", gettin head, lookin like Naomi Campbell (Nasty bee-yatch) *?Fiona Folanda?* all the way to Gidget (What?) Ain't f**in wit no hoes 'less they makin over six digits (That's right) Check it, that b**h is fine, finest made wine (Uhuh) Let me hit it from behind cos I'm down with Mack-Dime (That's right, n***a) That b**h gave me the s** (what?) wit no flex Plus that loot was mesmerised off of Binky Mac's row "Ain't y'all rappers? Don't y'all Hoo Bang?" (Uhuh) Yes, shut your mouth, give up the pootang (Give it up, beeyatch!) I make ya moan (what?) and groan (what?) b**h, look me in my eyes, you gettin f**ed by Boo Kapone (Dig that b**h out, Boo) You better shake it (what?), til you break it (uhh) Jump outcha clothes and get buck-ed naked (Take it off) I smash, I blast, I left her gash (ha ha) I pull a train like my name was Joe Flash Chorus Verse Three: Mack 10 See a b**h is a b**h is a ho is a ho (uhuh) And which one of y'all gonna blow Mack 1-0 (Who?) One b**h said "Me, I'll hit my knees like a crawler Mack, I'll s** your dick, I just love a big baller" I whipped it out she said "Damn, it's like the neck on a giraffe (God damn) I'll spend a hour down south for you to nut in my mouth I'm a pro at s**, I ride a dick like a Honda (Ha ha) My name is Rhonda", well Rhonda, meet Anaconda Start s**in and slurpin and hummin when you do me "I'm a fan of yours, then will you do somethin to me (No) I love a thug n***a that a pack a few Glocks (ha ha) Mack, don't make me blow your socks and kick rocks" (b**h, what?) Quiet on the set, b**h, I'll do what I like (uhuh) Now shut the f** up and just check my mic (Shut up) Tramp, don't say sh** to ya, f** my whole crew Cos a ho ain't a ho til she's ran all thru (What's happenin?) Chorus/ Outro: Get a lil' head