Slob on My Nob

My nigga D Magic said he had to have it I said just forget it, it's too crabby Know a little freak in Hollywood s*cks on d**k, does it real good She'll give you money, fill up your tummy House full of kids, parents all sprungy Once had it down, back yard ground Hit it from the back, enjoy the sound Lay 'em under cover, always used a rubber Till I got caught f**kin' with her mother She blamed it on me, we fought in the street She pulled out a knife, so I had to flee Call up the boys, went to her house Charges the whole place, threw the bitch out Police busted in, where dem niggas at We left just in time and never came back Rolled through the hood waving at the freaks Who sniffin' on the rocks, smokin' on the [unverified] Made another stop, police station, saw a few cops, drove by And sprayed 'em license tag number, a nigga said he saw Bogus all the time, never get caught