[Intro]
Tell me about these fake-ass bitches
Look here, little nigga
Most of these niggas be bitches too
But you'll never hear that side of the story
So, uhh, we finna do this shit like this
[Verse 1]
It's like I tell my niggas, keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin' riches
What the fuck you think a trick is, nigga?
Nigga done stick and wet his dick
And then get tricked out all his riches by a bitch!
I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya
Think you all that just 'cause she let a nigga toss her
It's like a motherfuckin' privilege
So don't give up free conversation, give that bitch your seven digits
When she call ya, ask that little tramp "What's up?"
And if she hesitate, nigga, hang up, word up
And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on
A motherfuckin' mack tonight
Stay back, stay strapped 'cause my raps is tight
You fuckin' punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake-ass bitches
[Interlude]
(Goddamn! You can't just hit them niggas with that game
And expect them to accept it; girl, you heard me, it gets scandalous
But we gonna kick this shit like this here)
[Chorus]
I can't stand fake-ass bitches
Lyin'-ass niggas and you punk-ass snitches
I can't stand fake-ass bitches
Lyin'-ass niggas and you punk-ass snitches
[Verse 2]
Time to show these bustas who's boss
Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin' jimmy
Broke hoes runnin' round yellin' "Gimme!"
I can't stand it, hoes talkin' 'bout they got a man
Shit, all I wanted her to do is suck my dick!
So how about hittin' a motherfucker on my pager
Busy now, bitch, but you can give me the pussy later
Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega
Fuckin' with the player that done made her, huh
And I ain't sleepin', caught you creepin' for my money
Got the dick, and now you get the pistol honey (Bitch)
So get the bozack, knockin' hoes back, keep my dough stacked
So where the motherfuckin' hoes at?
Punk niggas can't fade the mack, livin' fat
Gettin' paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfuckin' bitches
[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah that's my motto
She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggas
So y'all take that shit back to y'all camp and, uhh
You sleep on that there, it's like
[Chorus]
I can't stand fake-ass bitches
Lyin'-ass niggas and you punk-ass snitches
I can't stand fake-ass bitches
Lyin'-ass niggas and you punk-ass snitches
I can't stand fake-ass bitches
Lyin'-ass niggas and you punk-ass snitches
I can't stand fake-ass bitches
Lyin'-ass niggas and you punk-ass snitches
[Outro]
Oh, you too, nigga, don't think we ain't talkin' 'bout your punk ass
You old fake-ass nigga
Standin' there wearin' all them Pendletons and khakis and all that
You soft as a motherfuckin' grape
Ain't this a motherfuckin' bitch?
I can see right through your flower ass
Some of these niggas is bitches too, man, I tell ya
It's gon' be harder and harder to be a thug in '94 (I can't stand fake-ass bitches)
But we gon' do this shit
Y'all take this shit, and you play this shit for every single
Fake-ass bitch out there (I can't stand fake-ass bitches)
And there's plenty of 'em
You probably got one sittin' next to you right now (I can't stand fake-ass bitches)
Bobbin' his fake-ass head to this dope-ass shit that he listenin' to (I can't stand fake-ass bitches)
Fake-ass motherfuckin' bitch, die in '94
Don't take this wrong, man, I mean this in the nicest way possible
Man, you know, I mean, uhh...
