I Feed My Bitch

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Keak Da Sneak] Wife-beater, jeans, blue Air Max's [?] hit a nigga for glasses Sucker comes, ass kicked, still slide in plastic Closed caskets, niggas be blasting When a nigga write a check then his ass can't cash it Told you handle the ball but you want to pass it In the [?] nigga, now going the other way Man I was just visiting but now we back in the Bay Straight black and granite I hit the ho like [?] [?] just considered it TD'ed Signed out of high school, skipped college for all pro Fuck a scholarships I'm signing contracts for major dough What you in it for? nigga that million dollar brain With a hundred thousand karats on my bling And I'm the whole team, [?] 22 inch stance I'm like [?] calling a sack out of sprint [Hook] I feed my bitch, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last nigga tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my bitch, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last nigga tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my bitch, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last nigga tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my bitch, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last nigga tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) [Verse 2] I know ho's that get straight to the point The bitch will hit the dick before she hit the joint Lick it up, nut sucking on balls and toes Taking numbers on these little low nasty ho's Back it up, let me see your box of pearls Keep dick in your mouth and you bet not hurl Girl tell me, have you served a pimp before? Do your boyfriend know that you a prostitute? Working on a trick, flushing out chips in clubs Get your punk ass back on track, suck and fuck Bitch what? I could give a fuck about ya B-A dot kamikaze clowned ya Found ya, found ya, ho I'm proud ta Be a pimp that will beat a bitch and bounce up Now up in niggas like some wrapping dimes While you selling cot I be popping cons [Hook] I feed my bitch, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last nigga tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my bitch, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last nigga tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my bitch, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last nigga tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my bitch, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last nigga tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) [Verse 3: Mac Dre] A nigga almost snapped, trapped behind bars But now on the streets I pull freaks around bars Fast cars, hash cigars, no more sneaking balloons past the guards I flip whips like a baller flips kicks I'm the almighty mack, Andre Hicks Ritz, cracker, smoke [?] in hot sauce [?] smoke and kill while I cot toss Shots off in my twelve inch ride You thinking about catching me slipping? Partner I wouldn't try I got a forty and when I'm in the fifty I dump and go zero to sixty, swiftly Skurt skeet with Bart and Keak Getting further from the scene while I'm mobbing with my heat I sleep with a toy 'cause I don't trust no-motherfucking-body boy, I'm a cutthroat [Hook] I feed my bitch, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last nigga tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my bitch, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last nigga tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my bitch, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last nigga tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my bitch, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last nigga tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same)