I’d Rather Give You My b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
Whatcha gon' do?
Do you wanna get down?
Whatcha gon' do? (Baby)
Do you wanna get down? (Tell Me)
Whatcha gon' do?
Do you wanna get down?
Whatcha gon' do?
Do you wanna get down?
Peep this trick

[Hook]
I'd rather give you my b*tch (pay attention)
I'd rather give you my b*tch
I'd rather give you my b*tch than to let you breathe
On my last bit of indo smoke
I'd rather give you my b*tch tonight

[Verse 1]
You wanna hit my joint, but I'd rather let you f*ck my b*tch
Suck her tits, and she'll suck your di*k
And since one man's trash is another man's treasure
You gets no part of my weed, but you can have my b*tch Heather, sheeit!
Like every other b*tch I get
I'd rather give you my b*tch, my whole b*tch, and nothing but my b*tch
'Cause anybody that can bleed for 5 days and don't die
Plus develop an attitude, go to sleep, wake up
And look at me dead in my eyes ain't for me playa
Oh nah, maybe for you
Suga fired that sleepwalkin' b*tch I thought you knew, fool, I'm true, said
I gotta get mine, I wanna get mine
I need to get mine, I'm wasting my time
'Cause playas do what they want to, yeah
And suckers do what they can
You-you, can't-can't, get-get, me-me, b*tch
I love being rich
I want you but I don't need you
Let your momma tell you how to make a n*gga please you
Not knowin' that I'm 10 steps ahead of Lisa
And the bullsh*t she runnin' going against the grain (what, sang!)
[Hook]
I'd rather give you my b*tch than to let you breathe on
My last bit of indo smoke
I'd rather give you my b*tch
Then I'll let you breathe again, breathe again
I'd rather give you my b*tch (why?)
'Cause you a trick, and you be thinkin' with your di*k and sh*t b*tch
I'd rather give you my b*tch, t-tonight

[Verse 2]
(Hi-ho Silver!)
b*tch, if you look at me like that again, hoe, I'm subject to kill you
'Cause love ain't nothin but 2 people feelin' sorry for each other
Then hittin' divorce court to pay child support to your baby's mother
Here comes the sheriff knockin' at my front door
With a warrant for my arrest 'cause I refuse to pay a ho
Sheeit, ain't no pus*y good enough for me to split half my sh*t
I wouldn't give a squirt of p*ss to save a broke b*tch
Gimme this, gimme that, do you got, can I have
That's all I hear, b*tch, I'll beat your ass
I better never hear a b*tch say she broke
As long as she's got a pus*y with some ass and a deep throat
And oooh-weee
It ain't a b*tch breathing today that can do me
She use to be a sweet taste in my mouth
But now I want to knock her motherf*cking ass out
I ain't ready to f*ck or stick my di*k in your throat
Pay me or pay me no attention b*tch 'cause I'mma keep ya broke
f*ck a girlfriend, b*tch, I need a nasty ho
So she work that corner 'til she can't no mo'
Yeah, hey DJ Quik, peep this getback
I got a brand new backslap that'll park her like a Cadillac
Now be a man, n*gga, check that b*tch
And if you smell something stankin' that's me 'cause I'm the sh*t
[Hook]
I'd rather give you my b*tch than to let you breathe on
My last bit of indo smoke
I'd rather give you my b*tch
Then I'll let you breathe again, breathe again
I'd rather give you my b*tch (why?)
'Cause you a trick, and you be thinkin' with your di*k and sh*t b*tch
I'd rather give you my b*tch, t-tonight
I'd rather give you my b*tch, tonight

[Verse 3]
And Loco 'Y', Little Groove, Little Gun, Maniac
Little 'C', Dillinger, and Termite, Charley Mack
'B' Dog, Gangster Greg, Little Greg, M&M
Mountain Flan, Don Juan, Crazy 'T', Little Sim
'D' Mack, Gangster Dirt, Al Boo, Ray Dog, 'G' Wood
And Baby Insane, peep this mayne
See I could be broke as a joke sayin'
'Ay, homie can I get some of that smoke
And could you sell me some of that drink, loc-loc?'
But I bang, bang, chitty, chitty
Lips, hips, fingertips, ass and titties
Now, ah-ha, schooled you
And that's how we do it in Pomona, fool
I left her
Ol' monkey-mouth tore up ass raggedy heifer
b*tch you lookin like somebody dug you up, and drugged you up And stood you up, and f*cked you up
Now, still the mind and the body must follow
Now she white around her mouth wantin' di*k to swallow
And right before I go
Please donate my brain to Captain Save-A-Hoe
[Hook]
I'd rather give you my b*tch
I'd rather give you my b*tch
I'd rather give you my b*tch than to let you breathe
On the shorts of my indo smoke
I'd rather give you my b*tch
Then I'll let you breathe again, breathe again
I'd rather give you my b*tch (why?)
'Cause you a trick, and you be thinkin' with your di*k and sh*t, b*tch
I'd rather give you my b*tch, t-tonight
I'd rather give you my b*tch (like a motherf*cka)
I'd rather give you my b*tch (like a motherf*cka)
I'd rather give you my b*tch than to let you breathe
On my last bit of indo smoke
I'd rather give you my b*tch, t-tonight
I'd rather give you my b*tch (Pomona town)
I'd rather give you my b*tch (westside for life)
I'd rather give you my b*tch
I'd rather give you my b*tch
(Kingpin, DJ Quik, and Hi-C, and Black Tone for life)
I'd rather give you my b*tch (Pomona town, in a real way)
I'd rather give you my b*tch (Why you bullsh*ttin'?)
(Like a motherf*cka)