Lyrics Mindless Self Indulgence

Mindless Self Indulgence

Two Hookers

2 hookers and an 8 ball

Can you believe that I write this shit?

2 hookers and an 8 ball

Mother fuckers thinking I am cool

I definitely give myself props

And that way I always get what I want

I'm struggling to keep my edge

With 2 hookers

And an 8 ball nigga

For all the show goods

Cause I rock them niggaz

And get freaky deaky

With a front row ticket

For all of my bitches

2 hookers and an 8 ball

Can you believe that I write this shit?

2 hookers and an 8 ball

It.. ain't. that.. fucking. hard..

I'm struggling with all my abuse

'cause inexperience is where I lose

Mother fucker.

I'm struggling to keep my edge

With 2 hookers

And an 8 ball baby

For all the fine ladies

Rolling out in my Mercedes

And into the 80s

With a high case of rabies

And a high strung beat

2 hookers and an 8 ball

Can you believe that I write this shit?

2 hookers and an 8 ball

Mother fuckers thinking I am cool

meaningless jibbrish

puppy dawg

Puppy dawg

8 ball, baby

For all the fine ladies

Rolling out in my Mercedes

And into the 80s

With a high case of rabies

And a high strung beat

2 hookers and an 8 ball

Can you believe that I write this shit?

2 hookers and an 8 ball

Mother fuckers thinking I am

2 hookers and an 8 ball

Can you believe that I write this shit?

2 hookers and an 8 ball

Muthafuckas thinkin' I am cool