Letra de la cancion Fake ass bitches de 2Pac

*little kid* tell me about these fake ass bitches
[2pac]
Look here little nigga
Most of these niggaz be bitches too
But youand'll never hear that side of the story
So uhh, we finna do this shit like this
Itand's like i tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to g a nigga young dumb and gettin riches
What the fuck you think a trick is nigga
Nigga done stick and wet his dick
And then get tricked out all his riches by a -- bitch!
Iand'm here to school you to the rules of the game, itand'll cost ya
Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her
Itand's like a motherfuckin priveledge
So donand't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
And if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd up
And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
And call me when youand're ready to bone, and itand's on
A motherfucking mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
You fuckin punks, i hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches
(god, damn! you canand't just hit them niggaz with that game
And expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.
But we gonna kick this shit like this here)
Chorus: 2pac
I canand't stand fake ass bitches
Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches
(repeat 2x)
Time to show these bustas whoand's boss
Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy
Broke hoes runnin round yellin andquot;gimme!andquot;
I canand't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man
Shit all i wanted her to do is suck my dick
So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager
Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later
Fly how i fade her, played her like a game of sega
Fuckin with the player that done made her, huh
And i ainand't sleepin caught you creepin for my money
Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)
So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked
So where the motherfuckin hoes at?
Punk niggaz canand't fade the mack, livin fat
Gettin paid to rap, itand's like that, you motherfuckin bitches
Yeah, yeah thatand's my motto
She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz
So yand'all take that shit back to yand'all camp and uhh
You sleep on that there, itand's like
Chorus 2x
Oh you too nigga, donand't think we ainand't talkin bout your punk ass
You old fake ass nigga
Standin there wearin all them pendletons and khakis and all that
You soft as a motherfuckin grape
Ainand't this a motherfuckin bitch
I can see right through your flower ass
Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man i tell ya
Itand's gonna be harder and harder to be a thug in ninety-foand'
But we gonna do this shit
Yand'all take this shit and you play this shit for every single
Fake ass bitch out there
And thereand's plenty of em
You probably got one sittin next to you right now
Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin to
Fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four

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Letra de la canción 'FAKE ASS BITCHES' de '2PAC'