Testo Fortytwo Fake - Mac Dre
Testo della canzone Fortytwo Fake (Mac Dre), tratta dall'album Rapper Gone Bad
Homegirl said Mac Dre come through
(She told a nigga to come through)
Let me whoop this puss on you
(Can't whoop that puss on me)
Ain't no hoe puss worth my life
(Ain't no puss worth my life)
I ain't know this hoe was shiest
(But I didn't know the hoe was shiest)
I met her on a Thursday, at the DMV
She was paying registration, I was tryna get an ID
Didn't trip 'til she talked intellectual
And the way she moved was hella sexual
I threw bait, strictly experimental
Dropped my pencil, made it look accidental
She bit quick like a big mouth bass
And when she picked up my pencil all I saw was ass
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 doing, 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 ass tonight"
Right, she was with it, gave up the digits
And when I called later on, she said "Come visit"
Homegirl said Mac Dre come through
(She told a nigga to come through)
Let me whoop this puss on you
(Can't whoop that puss on me)
Ain't no hoe puss worth my life
(Ain't no puss worth my life)
I ain't know this hoe was shiest
(But I didn't know the hoe was shiest)
"Who is it?" She said when I knocked on the door
I said, "It's young MD, oh, you ain't know?"
Stepped inside and I could tell from a distance
She was burning scented candles and maybe even incense
Boy, I tell you, she was in the mood
She said, "I hope you're hungry, 'cause I cooked us 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 ass like ten games of Big Pin the Tail
On the donkey, chocolate, opposite from honky
All I could think about was hitting that monkey
Homegirl said Mac Dre come through
(She told a nigga to come through)
Let me whoop this puss on you
(Can't whoop that puss on me)
She was digging you for, boy, I could tell
How she served fat steaks and big lobster tail
On the first visit, everything exquisite
The doorbell rang, she didn't ask who is it
She must've knew dude, 'cause she gave him some cash
She kicked down the twomp sack and a fat gram of hash
We smashed, we turned joints to doobies
She 86'd the music and pulled out three movies
Mahogany, The Black, 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 niggas came in with masks on, G'd up
The plot thickens, I'm slipping like a motherfucker
Mopped, chopped, and getting treated like a sucker
Five minutes ago, I was finna fuck 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 could think about was killing that bitch
And my worst mistake, fucking with a snake
How a player gonna fall for that 42 fake?
That 42 fake
Homegirl said Mac Dre come through
(She told a nigga to come through)
Let me whoop this puss on you
(Can't whoop that puss on me)
Ain't no hoe puss worth my life
(Ain't no puss worth my life)
I ain't know this hoe was shiest
(But I didn't know the hoe was shiest)
Homegirl said Mac Dre come through
(She told a nigga to come through)
Let me whoop this puss on you
(Can't whoop that puss on me)
Ain't no hoe puss worth my life
(Ain't no puss worth my life)
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Writer(s): Andre Louis Hicks
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