Tic Tac (Nic Nac) lyrics

[ D-Loc ]
Rich, what's up with these b*tches coppin these attitudes, man?
[ Richie Rich ]
Man, I don't know, I had one of these stupid hoes the other night, man
[ D-Loc ]
Shoulda slapped that b*tch
[ Richie Rich ]
Talkin sh*t
I'ma talkin about real sh*t
Cause I got up out the c*ck and went to handle some business
[ D-Loc ]
That's what you 'posed to do
[ Richie Rich ]
Well, I didn't really handle no business though
I went and f*cked with another b*tch
[ D-Loc ]
f*ck that b*tch, you ain't got to be suckin up to no stupid-ass hoe
[ Richie Rich ]
The hoe breath was stankin and everything
I offered the hoe a Tic Tac
Matter of fact, the hoe name was Nic Nac...

[ Richie Rich ]
You're just mad cause I left the room
And since I didn't come back you're actin a fool
b*tch, I had a knot, so I rushed up out the c*ck
What you thought was a knock was a hoe on jock
So I skipped and you don't know why
Silly muthaf*cka, the c*ck was dry
I kept pumpin and poundin, and all I saw
Was 10 more minutes of this and my di*k would be straight raw
Nic Nac, your breath needs a Tic Tac
f*ckin with the Dubble-R you needs to kick back
I made the "415" and "Sniches & Biches"
And I be damned if a hoe will milk me for riches
Just straight up di*k is your option to lick
f*ck ridin on the gold ones and material sh*t
It's like this, baby girl, you better survive
And quit talkin sh*t about the 415
So take that, Miss Nic Nac
You ain't held 415 back