Mindless Self Indulgence - 2 Hookers & an 8 Ball Lyrics

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Two hookers and an eight ball
Can you believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Motha Fuckers thinkin' I am cool

I definitely give myself props
And that way I always get what I want (motha fucka)
I always try to keep my edge
With two hookers and an eight ball

Nigga for all the stolen goods
As I rock that niggas and get freaky-deaky
With a front row ticket for all of my bitches

Two hookers and an eight ball
Can you believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
It ain't that fuckin' hard

I'm struggling through all my abuse
Inexperience is where I lose (motha fucka)
I'm struggling to keep my edge

With two hookers and an eight ball
Baby, for all the fine ladies
Falling out of my mercedes and into the eighties
With a high case of rabies and a hot coffee

Two hookers and an eight ball
Can you believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Motha Fuckers thinkin' I am cool

How 'bout that coke
You want that coke
I thought I told you to go

How 'bout that coke
You want that coke
I thought I told you to go

How 'bout that coke
You want that coke
I thought I told you to go

Puppy dog
Puppy dog

Eight ball nigga's for all the fine ladies
Falling out of my mercedes and into the eighties
With a high case of rabies and a hot coffee

Two hookers and an eight ball
Can you believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Motha Fuckers thinkin' I am cool

Two hookers and an eight ball
Can you believe that i write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Motha Fuckers thinkin' I am cool 

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lyrics submitted by Kenn on 23-04-2005
lyrics corrected by kcjo909 on 09-07-2005