Fuckin' Idols

Fresh out of the runway

Just flew into Houston,

Me and my cousin here till Sunday

Why you leavin' Sunday?

He say 'Loc, lemme explain'

Everybody come here for the strippers

Don't nobody watch the game

So we stand outside for thirty minutes

Waiting for our ride

You know flaky ass promoters

Never do pick you up on time

I just wanna get up in the room, maybe loom

Maybe kick back, watch a couple cartoons

Maybe orer food, maybe take a lap on the premises

I was in the middle of the Genesis

Rebirth when I see skirt

I don't wanna beat a nigga due another ass

I just wanna finn a number of my favorite stash

But it's kinda difficult when woman ask

I know, vent to the venue

Right in the middle where they puttin' up the stage

A couple white nigga on the build I ain't faze

I don't give a fuck, but I betta get payed

So we hop in a rental when we ride on the block

Lookin' for another situation that could pop

Lookin' for another lil' smth we could notch

And a couple bad bitches, and my nigga wanna stop

So we stop

We walk with the tele, the lobby is packing, it's us

It's filled with bitches and strippers and baller and drug dealers

And she on my line like wassup

Whacha? Said I got a girl, 'I don't give a fuck'

Damn, I wanna leave, damn, I wanna stay

Damn, I wanna be the nigga that went astray

I don't wanna seem rude, I am not the kid to move

But you talkin' Ice-Cube, no Oshe

Oh, wait, oh, wait, how the fuck did I get in the scene?

The way that she starrin' is burnin' my jeans

My nigga like 'just take this one for the team! '

So I proceed with the proceeding while proceeding in with haste

She said 'follow me to the bathroom, I think we gon' need some space'

I said 'damn, you are assertive, you deserve to keep your chase'

She say 'nigga, why you blockin? '

Then I heard somebody knockin'

Fuckin' idols, we be fuckin' idols

She be fuckin' idols, man, all these fuckin' idols

I though I was outta clutches till I found I was tryna wet this

Gonna mount that amount to a mountain

And how she steps out of her husband

How she checks out when she's fuckin'

How she's in doubt when she's sufferin'

How they just had to chow, so the money in house is nothin'

But it's funny how spouse is someone that I though that I seen somewhere

But I can't put my finger on it

She say put yo finger here

I know it's misleading, dear

But I can't have that wrong on me

And I looked at that face again and finally [?]

'Ain't you the wife that I thought playa would top paper? '

Who retired from playn but as a child was my wallpaper?

But he moved to the midwest and got the house with the large acres

Came from endorsements to makin' money in all fazes

And facing her I can see, when I speak she's bored, idle

She needs some attention, I hide like fuckin' a formal rival

Maybe a foreigner thinkin' she's thinkin' idle

But I can't be the nigga to fuck the wife of the former idol

Fuckin' idols, we be fuckin' idols

She be fuckin' idols, man, all these fuckin' idols