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[m. sayyid]

I left my crib and slid like some barbecue ribs

Hit the bridge at eighty

Puffin a tiwg, listenin to big

City line on the side of my wig

I had to dig for the right street

For the house where my man lived

Pistol peter joker

The kind of cat who'd sell a gat

If you sling cottage to a north dakota broker

Had an addiction to poker

Owed cats loot since mcgwire and sosa

The night was buck like thriller

I pulled out in front of his villa

He grinned like riddler

Waiting for this girl

Hopped into the whip like

'yo, what the fuck man'

'yo, what's up what's up'

'yeah, let's hit this tit joint'

Yup yup, bet like midler

Pullin on a miller we acceled

Dippin to the striptease, splittin trees

'til my eyes were holier than swiss cheese

Feelin six foot six, scream like bixby

I could barely drive

Laughin like the first time i drank st. ides and twirled

'til i seen the sign 'live girls'

Pulled up locked the whip

Yo, your head's gonna swirl

Nah, fuck that flip, wait 'til you see this shit

Say punany-nany

Punany-nany-nany

It's on like refridgerators

Bouncers with alligators

Pimple faced like hellraisers with cowboy hats

Patted me down with a frown and half slap

Sizzler bangin out the system of sound

Not one busted female

The spot was more flash that korean ???????

Ass swingin floppin ringin more than retail

In front of my eyes a couple of rounds went by

This chick put on a disguise like batman, gave a lapdance

Pete was talkin to this other female in black pants

Spandex topless swingin tits like reels on ampex

I heard her say somethin like she was ambidex

Pete wanted to take it to the next

Disappeared with two bottles of beck's

Then i looked out the window

Saw two cats come out a lex

Nodded to the bouncer

Then pointed to the back where they flexed

Like 'fuck sex, we're waiting for a check'

Yo, pete let's jet, let's be out i feel a threat

Then i heard a shriek

The two cats from the lex in the back were somehow deleted form the scene

But the scream was definitely a female

Young just out of her teens

The music came to a screech

Yo, where the fuck is pete?

Blood starts stickin to my feet

Then i heard a stripper flap

'man she's been stabbed'

I broke out like a bad rash back to the whip

Pete was hidin behind garbage and shit

Talkin bout some cats had a full clip to me and that chick, but missed

We rolled low like 'fuck yo, i don't know'

Dropped him off by the bridge

Came back home to the lab

Rolled a bag and took a drag, thinkin

Yo, who popped the stripper?

Was it my man blowin two l's that flipped on some jack the ripper

Or those siamese cats in the lex iced like the big dipper?

You paint the picture