2 Many Bitches

Lyrics

[Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Too many bitches wanna see this thug When I be ridin' (Ridin'), glidin' (Glidin') Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94 (Yeah, yeah) Too many bitches wanna see this thug When I be ridin' (Ridin'), glidin' (Glidin') Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94 (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Bitches call me daddy (Hey dad!) They like the way a motherfucker creep through the hood in a caddy I'm a mack in my own right like you said Getting my dick sucked in a alleyway, by a chickenhead I don't love that hoe, and I ain't handcuffin' Too many bitches, and they turkies needed stuffin' Like this bitch the other day Beggin' me to drive over and beat it up properly I'm like a young Wilt, still in his prime 'Cause there's oh so many bitches and there's oh so little time They all want a piece of the dead, and they can't have it Still a little picky, on which hoes that I'm stabbin' So if I serve dick to you, you've been blessed Now go home and brag about the shit to your friends (Uh oh!) That's the way it goes I suppose Got to hit the store, for some more rubbers For these hoe's, too many bitches [Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Too many bitches wanna see this thug When I be ridin' (Ridin'), glidin' (Glidin') Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94 (Yeah, yeah) Too many bitches wanna see this thug When I be ridin' (Ridin'), glidin' (Glidin') Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94 (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Anybody Killa] When it comes to 'em bitches, I know a few Sack chasin', blood suckin' leeches with boobs Ready to set it off, I keep 'em blind and lost And if they gettin' lippy, they gettin' tossed Just for frontin', there's too many hoes actin' like some bitches Not a lick of woman in 'em, so they get vicious Calm me down, hold me back Light the blunt, and let me hit it, before this 'rat get smacked It's like me and Grundy, can spot a chicken comin' Bobblin' her head, ready to gobble dick or somethin' (Damn, dawg) Putin' up with hoodrats for years Because the streets of the D, are just oh so clear *Slurp* But I keep on ridin', say what's up (What's up) I'm a sucka for some titties, and a fine ass butt (Ew!) It's the life of a killer, true tales with no glitches Too much game brings too many bitches for real [Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Too many bitches wanna see this thug When I be ridin' (Ridin'), glidin' (Glidin') Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94 (Yeah, yeah) Too many bitches wanna see this thug When I be ridin' (Ridin'), glidin' (Glidin') Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94 (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] My calendar's filled (Yeah) Hoe's makin' appointments to get it drilled (Nm) Met a chick with a fat ass She couldn't wait to get in that (Who?) She said her name was Karen and she didn't mind sharin' time She stayed off I-ninety-four and Outer Drive I'm on my way to see Carol from Grandview Guess I could stop through, and beat it up for a few Creep in through her doorway, and told her to drop 'em britches You ain't the only one, I got too many bitches [Verse 3: Anybody Killa] Hooty-hoo! Hey bitch where your girls at? Tell them grab they shit, and meet me in the back I'm about to put 'em in a new situation, life of luxury You, your girls and me I'm so glad that you took the opportunity To come to the underground and open up yourself to me But there's so many others out there just like you So I'm off to the next 'cause we through, thanks again! [Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Too many bitches wanna see this thug When I be ridin' (Ridin'), glidin' (Glidin') Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94 (Yeah, yeah) Too many bitches wanna see this thug When I be ridin' (Ridin'), glidin' (Glidin') Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94 [Outro: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94 Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94 Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94 Doin' a buck twenty-*Record scratch* .eno ym-yrevE [Segue: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] ".enilemit ym si sihT .eno sah ydobyrevE .enilemit a si efil yas yehT"