P.S.D. - FortyTwo Fake lyrics

(chorus) Homegirl said, Mac Dre come through (She told a n***a to come through) Let me whoop this puss on you (You can't whoop that puss on me) Ain't no ho puss worth my life (Ain't no puss worth my life) I ain't know this ho was shiest (I didn't know the ho was shiest) (verse 1) I met her on a Thursday at the DMV She was payin' registration, I was tryin' to get an I.D Didn't trip 'til she talked intellectual And the way she moved was hella s**ual I threw bait, strictly experimental Dropped my pencil made it look accidental She bit quick like a big mouth ba** And when she picked up my pencil all I saw was a** I said what's your name, she said my name's LaShawn I said excuse my ebonics, but baby you the bomb! She smiled, told me I was far from ugly Asked me how I was doin', I said lav lav lovely Looked at my watch, said my schedule's tight But if you give up the number I'll call your a** tonight Right She was with it and gave up the digits And when I called later on she said come visit (chorus) (verse 2) Who is it? She said when I knocked on the door I said it's young MD, oh, you ain't knowin' Stepped inside and I could tell from a distance She was burning scented candles and maybe even incense Boy, I tell ya, she was in the mood She said, I hope you're hungry 'cause I cooked up some food She lit the fireplace, threw on a love ballad Before the main course we ate shrimps and salad We talked for a while and drank Zinfandel She had a** like ten games of big pin the tail On the donkey Chocolate, opposite from honky All I can think about is hittin' that monkey (chorus) (verse 3) She was diggin' your folks, boy I could tell How she served fat steaks and big lobster tail On the first visit, everything exquisite The door bell rang, she didn't ask who is it She must've knew dude, 'cause she gave him some cash He kicked down a twomp sack and a fat gram of hash We smashed, we turned joints to doobies She eightysixed the music and pulled out three movies Mahogany, The Mack, Baby Got Back She said, I'll be right back, roll the rest of that sack I rolled the weed up, then I kicked my feet up Then two n***as came in with masks on, G'd up The plot thickens, I'm slippin' like a muthaf**a Mopped and chopped and gettin' treated like a s**a Five minutes ago, I was finna f** great But now I'm gagged up, wrapped in duct tape They choked me, broke me, and dropped me off on the bridge And all I can think about was k**in' that b**h My worst mistake, f**in' with a snake How a playa gonna fall for that Fortytwo Fake? That Fortytwo Fake (chorus to end)