Hope I Don’t Get Sick-A-Dis

Lyrics

[Chorus]: Oooooooooo-Ooooo Oooooooooo-Ooooo [Verse 1]: Devin not devil or no demon how uneven Weed and cigars, brew in the seat of the car Who can it be other than Coughee Brotha D I cut a sweet with my finger Choke a bitch with my dick then walk up the stairs and hang her Who can get they thang sucked while they boo boo? I can, by a Chinese bitch who just fixed the moo-goo-gai pan I stay high, man, I guess that's why a motherfucker smile Feedin' these hoes dick Fuddruckers style A buck wild bitch I like her Other hoes might try to fight her I be tip-toein through Texas Even got bitches in Vidor Ask me do I know a ho named "so-and-so" I might've ask her did I nut quick or was it one of them all nighters? I like dick lickers and ball biters And honey dips who don't trip if I don't write her I be kickin' it, stickin' this dick off in these bitches It's gettin' ridiculous, I hope I don't get sick of this [Chorus]: Oooooooooo-Ooooo Oooooooooo-Ooooo [Verse 2]: I'm just flippin', ridin', slippin', slidin', and shit Don't try this at home 'Cause see me be high than a bitch Phone ringin' man I got my choice of 2 hoes Which one should I choose Shit you know how it goes I choose both now we on the other side of town stylin Niggas mean muggin' but I'm still smilin' 'Cause one bitch is playing with the other bitch's titty Cat hangin' out I'm like ''here, kitty kitty'' Every city and state Them hoes fix me a plate when I arrive Then they open up they thighs And I be amazed myself sometimes How I can get my dick raised with just one rhyme I started off horny with a hobby But no longer have to hoover 'round the hotel lobby I be kickin' it, stickin' this dick off in these bitches It's gettin' ridiculous, I hope I don't get sick of this [Chorus]: Oooooooooo-Ooooo Oooooooooo-Ooooo [Verse 3]: Rumblin' and tumblin' Why there's no need I rather look at the fight Sit back and roll me some weed Me and my niggas we be lookin for hoes to conjure up Catch em in a group we swoop and ask them do they wanna fuck And if they sleazy then its easy of course But if they lady like we gotta control our voice You know, our volume, our pitch, our tone And if she still don't give you no pussy Tell the bitch gone on As the beat goes on the heat goes on the Sweet Excuse the booze it belongs to me I'm known to be pretty horny Fuck you in the mornin' While you yawnin' you'll feel this dick goin' in Pushin', juggin' but it don't irritate No force, no court, no need to litigate Kickin' it, stickin' this dick off in these bitches It's gettin' ridiculous, I hope I don't get sick of this [Chorus]: Oooooooooo-Ooooo Oooooooooo-Ooooo Oooooooooo-Ooooo Oooooooooo-Ooooo