Black pus*y lyrics

(Dresta)
Ay wassup?!
Haha
Y'all jump on in
It's my homeboy Crooked I
I'm Dresta Tha Gangsta kna 'mean?
We supposed to pick up my homeboy Eiht
I wan' try to hit him up right now to see what's happ'nin

(Verse 1 by Dresta)
I know you love it, the most rugged Mc's, out the Gate
It's Dresta with them drunkest Crooked I and the Eiht
Oh-Oh, 2 Compton n*ggas known for freakin 'em right
Man, Crooked late at night got 3 and they tight
In the Bourbon, swervin', do Irvine try'na catch Eiht
So we can hook him with the 3rd fine lady
Named Mercedes, got a body like a 'Maserati'
Thinkin to myself:'I must be crazy! Tryna give away this hottie!'
Now I glance at the passenger seat
Can't deny that this girl by my side was just too damn fly
Too Jeopardized, I just glanced at her eyes
And them caramel thighs make my main man rise
Can't wait to re-arrive at the 'tele
So I can lick them honey off that ring on her belly
For so', I glance in the mirror once mo'
Loc, I gotta catch Eiht cause I know he gon' love this ho
(Chorus)
Real G's get lonely
We can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Sweet Black pus*y)
I only f*ck with real n*ggas only
We can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Sweet Black pus*y)

(Verse 2 by Mc Eiht)
I gives a damn how these hoes tryna floss these days
Cause they still gets the nuts, f*cks tramps and sl*ts
I must have kill it, the way you want me, ride the pony
'Secrets' like Toni(Braxton), members only
Dresta, I heard they turn in tricks for bucks
2 tricks get the di*ks hard, ready to suck
Don't be havin me in suspense, but in the meanwhile
I be dippin up in the LB with C-Style
Back to the CPT, home bud and Tanquerina
Beatin' up the pus*y like Ike(Turner) beat up Tina(Turner)
You know me, the gangsta love'll never wine and dine
Keep it tight, anytime I f*ck it like [name]
Lately the Hype, I know it ain't right
3 a.m. I ring your phone every night
Let's play house, no cat and mouse
Don't floant it, Eiht just give it how you want it
But in the end don't press your luck
Because ain't no b*tch like the b*tch I f*cked!
(Chorus)

(Verse 3 by Crooked I)
f*ck the bullsh*t, the pimps at the pool pit
I know that you want chips but di*k is all you get
I knock them skins out like always trained by custom auto
Never givin' a b*tch sh*t, that's a hustlers motto
Except sumptin' to swallow
Now your boyfriend wanna follow
Hit a n*gga with a hollow tip and f*ck the b*tch tomorrow
I can never be your simp, trick!
I'm slappin b*tches with 9 inches, the limp di*k
Plus a pimps di*k
Dig short, small, diggin 'em large and tall
Y'all the bigger they are the harder they fall
I f*ck 'em all!!
The ho-philosopher, broke, dope and popular
Still strokin' , now goin deeper than Ocean (??)
I got your 'bra, gettin ready for the pony ride
Doggy-style, so I can hit the backsiiiide
Grab the head pump that ass in the air
What did you know?
The ho hollered:'how ya do dat dere?!'

(Chorus)
...Sweet Black pus*y... -till the end