Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PoBitch , by - Afroman. Song from the album Waiting to Inhale, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.02.2008
Record label: Hungry Hustler
Song language: English
PoBitch |
| Po bitch po bitch |
| Mad cuz hes broke and im rich |
| Po bitch po bitch |
| Cryin on the internet little snitch |
| Po bitch po bitch |
| Mad cuz hes broke and im rich |
| Po bitch po bitch |
| Cryin on the internet little snitch |
| I meet different people in the streets |
| I can sing, I can rap, I can do beats |
| Back when I was a K-I-D |
| Rappers were assholes to me |
| I don’t wanna be like the bad rapper |
| I wanna be the good rap the love for the hood rap |
| So I listen to the circumstances |
| And if I can I give people chances |
| Nobody gave shit to me but should I be like them |
| You sink I swim |
| No I shouldn’t so I should help people out if I could |
| What about people like po bitch |
| Jealous of me and he wanna get rich |
| Don’t wanna crawl before he walk |
| Hateful ungrateful talking that talk |
| I don’t wanna come off like a jerk |
| But everybody in the world has to work |
| Everyday I spend money, lend money |
| Without bringing in money, its not funny |
| Gotta make a profit I can’t be broke |
| Like po bitch is with no crack to smoke |
| I make money off everything |
| Like a flat broke crack smoke human being |
| Named po bitch, internet snitch |
| Dissing me making me rich |
| Drunk n high, whack fro20 |
| Po lil bitch gets no money |
| But you can get the fuck out my face |
| And cry to the world on myspace |
| A snitch is something I must destroy |
| Never sell drugs with po boy |
| We live around the corner why you on the internet |
| You say you gonna sue me but the letter hasn’t came yet |
| I gave you a place to stay |
| You stole my equipment n bought some yay |
| You can loose some real-estate but gain possession |
| You won’t teach me a painful lesson I’m teach you one |
| Pack up you done, stay on the run with your crack baby son |
| Barny, cookie monster with laringitas |
| Your flat ass bitch got aids and hepatitis |
| I love big women, yeah thats true |
| Thats the reason I fucked you |
| Bent you over, stuck my dick in |
| You’ll be ready when you go to the pen |
| Snitch in there like you do out here |
| You won’t be around next year |
| You made a song calling me a bitch nigga |
| But I’m a pimp and your beats made me rich nigga |
| I made fat dough out of fresh dough |
| Paid you good you big fat crack hoe |
| Asshole, you a sad soul, sore loser, out in the cold |
| You say I’m washed up but you never washed in |
| I bet you wash everybody’s drawers in the pen |
| Come to my house and pull the trigger |
| Get off the internet snitch ass nigga |
| Fuck all this drama |
| You got your ass kicked by your baby momma |
| So pack your pistols and your rifles |
| Watch them black gangster cisciples |
| Barking like big dog internet poodles |
| I’m eating steak while you fools eat noodles |
| Ey huss up its the hungry hustla the american dream the successful failure |
| The acceptable reject Afro-motherfucking-m-a-n from pimpdale Pimpafornia you |
| know what I’m saying |
| You know bitches get outta line but they get checked you know what I’m saying |
| You know Grass grow then it get cut you know what I’m saying |
| And pretty soon you gotta cut it again you know |
| Its just life inhale exhale eastside palmdale |