Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fake Ass Bitches, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fake Ass Bitches |
| Look here little nigga |
| Most of these niggaz be bitches too |
| but you’ll never hear that side of the story |
| So uhh, we finna do this shit like this |
| It’s like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches |
| They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches |
| What the f**k you think a trick is nigga |
| Nigga done stick and wet his dick |
| and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH! |
| I’m here to school you to the rules of the game, it’ll cost ya |
| Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her |
| It’s like a motherf**kin priveledge |
| So don’t give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits |
| When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup |
| And if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd up |
| And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone |
| And call me when you’re ready to bone, and it’s on |
| A motherf**king mack tonight |
| Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight |
| You f**kin punks, I hate you snitches |
| Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches |
| (God, damn! You can’t just hit them niggaz with that game |
| and expect them to accept it; |
| girl your heard me it gets skanless. |
| But we gonna kick this shit like this here) |
| Chorus: 2Pac |
| I can’t stand fake ass bitches |
| Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches |
| Time to show these bustas who’s boss |
| Run up on a real motherf**ker and get tossed |
| The game is deep, and thicker than a motherf**kin jimmy |
| Broke hoes runnin round yellin «Gimme!» |
| I can’t stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man |
| Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK |
| So how about hittin a motherf**ker on my pager |
| Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later |
| Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega |
| F**kin with the player that done made her, huh |
| And I ain’t sleepin caught you creepin for my money |
| Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch) |
| So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked |
| So where the motherf**kin hoes at? |
| Punk niggaz can’t fade the mack, livin fat |
| Gettin paid to rap, it’s like that, you motherf**kin bitches |
| Yeah, yeah that’s my motto |
| She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz |
| So y’all take that shit back to y’all camp and uhh |
| you sleep on that there, it’s like |
| Oh you too nigga, don’t think we ain’t talkin bout your punk ass |
| You old fake ass nigga |
| Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that |
| You soft as a motherf**kin grape |
| Ain’t this a motherf**kin bitch |
| I can see right through your flower ass |
| Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I tell ya |
| It’s gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo' |
| but we gonna do this shit |
| Y’all take this shit and you play this shit for every single |
| fake ass bitch out there |
| And there’s plenty of em |
| You probably got one sittin next to you right now |
| Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin to |
| Fake ass motherf**kin bitch, die in ninety-four |