I was born in seventy-one In seventy-two I started to walk Seventy-three Seventy-four Seventy-five I learned to talk Seventy-six I tried sexing That was around the age of five Seventy-seven Seventy-eight And seventy-nine I started to ride With my Uncle Ike In eighty and eighty-one I was about ten But the first time a little chick Made me cum Was eighty-two Or eighty-three My life really came alive In eighty-four I was thirteen But Nineteen eighty-five's The number I met this bitch Who told me if I got tight with her Together we would grow rich Type of chick That'll make a brother Feel good inside In my mind when I'm sleep Woke When I walk When I ride Getting to me in the classroom Used to follow me into the bathroom And I loved it She was wild And everyday People bore me Captivate Activate my hormones When you speak to me Softly Offer me A piece of you 'Cause Me so horny She let me foreplay And that's it She said If I would rap And make some dollars for us Maybe I can get a hit I was writing Then I found myself fighting For the juices When I found out That our little agreement's Non-exclusive Ah damn She let celebrity status hit So I'm thinking of tactics How to leave ran down Prophylatics On the mattress So I practice Hoping to stuff my fat dick In this rap bitch Knowing when I stuff my cactus In that catfish Imma flat shit She's turning me into a killer Devour fools I'm powerful Like Mecha-Godzilla She said If I keep rapping She'll keep clapping But ain't nobody strapping Till she see paper And then we'll see what's happening And I hear her say You heard of Tech He's like the best He built his nest In the Midwest The boy can flow And he be busting like Boom boom It's like I'm stuck I feel I'm cursed About to load the N9na Tech cause in a sec I'm finna be busting like Boom boom [repeat] [2nd Verse] Ninety-three She invited me To a party in L.A. So popular She introduced me to 2Pac the next day She took me to this party In Beverly Hills Where me and Chris Tucker Couldn't get in Because of our ball caps And they was all about dollar bills She was a G And got us all in for free Ran into Pac again She talked about him so tough I knew she was cocking him But I never did hate Because I knew Heated sex Was our fate As I got clever And a lot better She started letting me and my boys Hit together Me and Pac hit the slot Now it's out in the open Didn't take long To make her get it on Came on strong And Thugs Get Lonely too Was our slogan She wanted me And Chino XL But he backed off And said that's hell He don't dip into every female Waiting to exhale With a Wet tail Wish I could be with baby Daily But I recall The Veteran Click saying Tech Don't turn a tramp into your Lady I don't know why I want this bitch She always dis and Won't let me Showcase my shit This bitch is driving N9na Crazy [Hook] You heard of Tech He's like the best He built his nest In the midwest And he be busting like Boom boom It's like I'm stuck I feel I'm cursed About to load the N9na Tech cause in a sec I'm finna be busting Boom boom [repeat] [3rd Verse] Fuck this I'm ready for One on one ruckus Still she like Don't touch this When I'm alone with her It's on When the bone hit her Get her Hoeing off in L.A. With my folks Me and Yuk, Phats, Gonz L Q Max Key Hella knocking your back out Bitch Long strokes You a nympho Who the pimps though Me and Roger Troutman Had you at Juan Momma house Shouting Through the talk box You exhaust cocks And you ought not Ever get caught hot Why she always gotta have the vault lock Kinda mad when I really Thought back Me and Rza hit that ass On the video set Why did we hit Raw Bitch told us How she fucked Eminem Kool G KRS Monch Exhibit and All Type a niggas When Felony fucked He said What what what what I was next in line Right after he busted his Nut nut nut nut I heard My homey Rodney say She want me and Lynch to hit Sac and MO dick And she said she wanted it so bad Cause we so sick I saw you at 92.3 The Beat With Jay-Z and Damon I know at times I'm hella complex But now Imma put it in lamens I wanna fuck you Not with Jimmy Jam Not with Terry Lewis Not with Quincy Jones Not with QD3 Just me and you And Imma show you all the things That I can do Go platinum plus Get trapped in your lust So I'm hoping me and you can Bang bang I know you're a groupie hoe But I still Want your coochie though Before I go I want you to tell these people Your name Rap Game
Written by: PETER FRENCH, ROBERT JOHNSON
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