Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Treat 'Em Like, artist - Mr. DoctorDate of issue: 17.03.2000
Song language: English
Treat 'Em Like |
| Biatch, I see you standin in the window, fiendin |
| One o’clock at night a nigga high and baby fiendin |
| You made it a muthafuckin daily routine |
| To blow me up, but I ain’t callin less I wanna get my dick (ah) |
| Oh yeah I got the present,? |
| for the kicks y’all |
| Get a carter coat to go with that and I might stay fo awhile |
| Niggero gotcha fiendin for the flavor of dick |
| Gotcha cravin it, even gotcha tastin |
| The shit was simple when I fucked you on the first date |
| Damn you must of known I’d go up in ya cus you had on that lace |
| That night, hooker, I ain’t forgot the thick brown ass |
| But I’ll just hit it when I want, yeah I like the way ya fuck |
| (Then why you never call?) |
| Cus I be stuck in traffic, or handlin business |
| Why you give me static bout it |
| Ya know you ain’t the only one so what ya trippin ho |
| Youre fiendin for the deuce-nine dick |
| And fuckin my homie from the four ya know |
| Ya treatin me so bad |
| And I wanna know why |
| Why did ya do me this way, baby |
| I wanna know why |
| Why, why did ya treat me so bad |
| Whoooooa, I wanna know why |
| Why did ya treat me, treat me |
| Treat me, baaaaaad |
| Why did ya treat me so bad |
| Well I’m so high off this chronic shit |
| I bumped my head on a helicopter |
| And I ain’t knowin what to tell my doctor |
| A couple of hits’ll have yout fiendin 24 street dick |
| The night-stalker from the fo' |
| Lose a hoe, bruise a ho |
| Do ya hoe cus if ya do I’ll put you up |
| We’ll make some g’s up out of a momo ho |
| All the free dope you wanna smoke |
| And if I come up short, I’ll let you meet my mini mac 1−0 |
| Cus in the gardens where the chronic grows |
| We stay high, way high, bitch what you think |
| I keep my skrilla up in the bank so ain’t no gank |
| So fuck me or feed me or you don’t need me |
| Find your BG, kickin it with my YG’s |
| And we just gettin high of this chronic shit |
| Bumpin heads on the helicopter |
| And we not knowin what to tell our doctor |
| A couple of hits’ll have ya fiendin 24 street dick |
| And break em off proper |
| Now tell me how many joints can ya smoke to this nigga |
| And how many biatches will suck my dick |
| Take a hit, take a hit, then you pass the shit |
| Get to coughin eyes water, why you fuckin with the chronic |
| Cus we dip front to back, and my locos ride |
| Bumpin season of the sicc, switchin side to side |
| Now let me slide to some gangsta shit |
| Bout a biatch that we was switchin fo the fuck of it |
| And never had to claim that trick |
| Blaze some weed, gettin paid from the sucka |
| And when a nigga leave, pass a homie on his way to fuck her yeeah |
| Had the bitch down for the calls in fact |
| Had the muthafucka straightup macked |
| And thats right bitch, you know me |
| Runnin that shit like so much pimp |
| Some nigga got mad and went to the pad for the mac |
| But didn’t know, I packed a forty-fo |
| Ho, remember when you touched me on my dick and said |
| Oh! |
| Yo shit’s a rock, but you didn’t know |
| You touched the barrel of a forty-fo |
| Fo in the mornin, ho you was at my door |
| And I’m knowin these raggety hoes, so bitch |
| You know I know you was at my locc’s house |
| Fuck the bullshit, ho |
| Cus we know, we got ya fiendin |
| 24 and 29 street dick |