Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fortytwo Fake, artist - Mac Dre. Album song Rapper Gone Bad, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: Thizz Nation
Song language: English
Fortytwo Fake |
Let me whoop this puss on you |
(You can’t whoop that puss on me) |
Ain’t no ho puss worth my life |
(Ain't no puss worth my life) |
I ain’t know this ho was shyst |
(I didn’t know the ho was shyst) |
I met her on a Thursday at the DMV |
She was payin’registration I was tryin’to get an I.D. |
Didn’t trip 'til she talked intellectual |
And the way she moved was hella sexual |
I threw bait, strictly experimental |
Dropped my pencil made it look accidental |
She bit quick like a big mouth bass |
And when she picked up my pencil all I saw was ass |
I said what’s your name, she said my name’s LaShawn |
I said excuse my ebonics, but baby you the bomb! |
She smiled, told me I was far from ugly |
Asked me how I was doin', I said lav lav lovely |
Looked at my watch, said my schedule’s tight |
But if you give up the number I’ll call your ass tonight |
Right |
She was with it and gave up the digits |
And when I called later on she said come visit |
Who is it? |
She said when I knocked on the door |
I said it’s young M D, oh you ain’t knowin' |
Stepped inside and I can tell from a distance |
She was burning scented candles and maybe even incence |
Boy I tell ya she was in the mood |
She said I hope your hungry cause I cooked up some food |
She lit the fireplace threw on a love ballad |
Before the main course we ate shrimps and salad |
We talked for a while and drinked Zinfandel |
She had ass like ten games of big pin the tail |
On the donkey |
Chocolate, opposite from honkey |
All I can think about is hittin’that monkey |
She was diggin’your folks, boy I could tell |
How she served fat steaks and big lobster tail |
On the first visit |
Everything exquisite |
The door bell rang she didn’t ask who is it She must’ve knew dude, cause she gave some cash |
He kicked down a twomp sack and a fat gram of hash |
We smashed |
We turn joints to dubees |
She eightysixed the music and pull out three movies |
Mohogany |
The Mack |
Baby Got Back |
She said, I’ll be right back |
Roll the rest of that sack |
I rolled the weed up Then I kicked my feet up Then two niggas came in with masks all G’d up The plot thickens |
I’m slippin’like a mutherfucka |
Mopped and chopped and gettin’treated like a sucka |
Five minutes ago I was feelin’fuck great |
But now I’m gagged up wrapped in duct tape |
They choke me Broke me And dropped me off on the bridge |
And all I can think about was killin’that bitch |
My worst mistake |
Fuckin’with a snake |
How a playa gonna fall for that Fortytwo Fake? |
That Fortytwo Fake |
(chorus to end) |