i left my crib and slid like some barbecue ribs
 hit the bridge at eighty
 puffin a tiwg, listenin to big
 city line on the side of my wig
 i had to dig for the right street
 for the house where my man lived
 pistol peter joker
 the kind of cat who'd sell a gat
 if you sling cottage to a north dakota broker
 had an addiction to poker
 owed cats loot since mcgwire and sosa
 the night was buck like thriller
 i pulled out in front of his villa
 he grinned like riddler
 waiting for this girl
 hopped into the whip like
 'yo, what the fuck man'
 'yo, what's up what's up'
 'yeah, let's hit this tit joint'
 yup yup, bet like midler
 pullin on a miller we acceled
 dippin to the striptease, splittin trees
 'til my eyes were holier than swiss cheese
 feelin six foot six, scream like bixby
 i could barely drive
 laughin like the first time i drank st. ides and twirled
 'til i seen the sign 'live girls'
 pulled up locked the whip
 yo, your head's gonna swirl
 nah, fuck that flip, wait 'til you see this shit
 say punany-nany
 punany-nany-nany
 it's on like refridgerators
 bouncers with alligators
 pimple faced like hellraisers with cowboy hats
 patted me down with a frown and half slap
 sizzler bangin out the system of sound
 not one busted female
 the spot was more flash that korean ???????
 ass swingin floppin ringin more than retail
 in front of my eyes a couple of rounds went by
 this chick put on a disguise like batman, gave a lapdance
 pete was talkin to this other female in black pants
 spandex topless swingin tits like reels on ampex
 i heard her say somethin like she was ambidex
 pete wanted to take it to the next
 disappeared with two bottles of beck's
 then i looked out the window
 saw two cats come out a lex
 nodded to the bouncer
 then pointed to the back where they flexed
 like 'fuck sex, we're waiting for a check'
 yo, pete let's jet, let's be out i feel a threat
 then i heard a shriek
 the two cats from the lex in the back were somehow deleted form the scene
 but the scream was definitely a female
 young just out of her teens
 the music came to a screech
 yo, where the fuck is pete?
 blood starts stickin to my feet
 then i heard a stripper flap
 'man she's been stabbed'
 i broke out like a bad rash back to the whip
 pete was hidin behind garbage and shit
 talkin bout some cats had a full clip to me and that chick, but missed
 we rolled low like 'fuck yo, i don't know'
 dropped him off by the bridge
 came back home to the lab
 rolled a bag and took a drag, thinkin
 yo, who popped the stripper?
 was it my man blowin two l's that flipped on some jack the ripper
 or those siamese cats in the lex iced like the big dipper?
 you paint the picture