Bitches 2 Lyrics

Song	Bitches 2
Artist	Ice T
Album	O.G. Original Gangster
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	I once knew this brother
	Who i thought was cool with me
	Chilled out together
	Even went to school with me
	Fly nigga, my ace boon coon
	Used to low ride together
	Shot dice in the bathroom
	Ya want trouble?
	Well trouble ya found
	Cause we diss ya, then issue
	The critical beat down
	He needed money
	I would always come through
	Needed a car? he could use mine too
	But bust this!
	Out on the street
	People say he was riffin'
	Callin' me a sucker
	Talkin' bout how foul i'm livin'
	Someone heard him
	Poppin' that shit last week
	Frontin' for some pussy
	>from some big butt freak
	Sayin' i'm his worker
	I was on his dick!
	Talkin' that craazy old weak assed shit
	And after all of that
	She still walked away
	How ya gonna diss your boy
	To get some play?
	And when i stepped to him about it
	He said, "who snitched?"
	Chorus
	Yo, how did he go out?
	He went out like a bitch!
	So ladies
	We ain't just talkin' bout you
	Cause some of you niggas
	Is bitches too!
	I knew this brother named mitch
	Stone player
	He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her
	Trucked crazy jewels
	Hands smothered in ice
	Been to prison not once, but twice
	Kept a stupid thick posse
	Made of thugs and
	Crooks and hoods
	And vet hustlers
	Who were up to no good
	But they all stood behind him
	And watched his back
	That's the only way
	To roll on　the track
	But yo,
	Mitch got rushed by feds last week
	The snatchbared the runk
	Of his white corniche
	Took a look inside
	And what did they see?
	Two keys, and a gallon of pcp!
	Oh shit! the thought crashed
	Mitch's subliminal
	Three strikes, that's called
	Habitual criminal
	So insted of goin' under
	He snitched on his whole posse
	Maxed at the crib
	And sipped martini and rossi
	Sold out his whole crew
	That rat named mitch
	Chorus
	I knew this guy
	That was never that fly
	Couldn't act cool
	Even when he tried
	When we played rough
	He always cried
	When he told stories, he always lied
	A black brother
	Who was missin' the cool part
	He had the color
	But was missin' the true heart
	When we would fight
	He would always go down quick
	So he took karate
	And he still got his ass kicked
	But now he's married
	And he kicks his wife's ass
	Says it comes from problems
	That he had in the past
	Doesn't like blacks
	Claims he's upper class
	Joined the police, got himself a badge
	Now he rolls the streets
	And he's cut to jack
	Doggin' young brothers
	Cause they usually don't fight back
	Got a white partner
	And he asked for that
	And every night
	Another head they crack
	So now he's big man
	But he really ain't shit!
	Chorus
	Out one night with my crew
	And some new kid
	I didn't know homeboy, but evil e did
	So i thought he was cool
	We rode in his ride
	Rag top tray on daytons
	Lifted side to side
	We hit the party deep
	Niggas was hawkin' me
	You could feel the vibe
	Of thick artillery
	Parliament was on, some o.g. shit
	I put my back to the wall
	And felt my pistol grip
	Al of a sudden
	Niggas started trippin'
	Flippin', the record started skippin'
	Wildin', fools started locn up
	Gats cracked
	The room started smokin' up
	Me and "e" hit the floor
	And then the back door
	My boys let off an automatic encore
	But when we made it out to　the ride
	It was gone, we had to shoot it out
	Side by side
	Punk left us there to die in a ditch!
	Chorus

	I once knew this brother
	Who i thought was cool with me
	Chilled out together
	Even went to school with me
	Fly nigga, my ace boon coon
	Used to low ride together
	Shot dice in the bathroom
	Ya want trouble?
	Well trouble ya found
	Cause we diss ya, then issue
	The critical beat down
	He needed money
	I would always come through
	Needed a car? he could use mine too
	But bust this!
	Out on the street
	People say he was riffin'
	Callin' me a sucker
	Talkin' bout how foul i' m livin'
	Someone heard him
	Poppin' that shit last week
	Frontin' for some pussy
	from some big butt freak
	Sayin' i' m his worker
	I was on his dick!
	Talkin' that craazy old weak assed shit
	And after all of that
	She still walked away
	How ya gonna diss your boy
	To get some play?
	And when i stepped to him about it
	He said, " who snitched?"
	Chorus
	Yo, how did he go out?
	He went out like a bitch!
	So ladies
	We ain' t just talkin' bout you
	Cause some of you niggas
	Is bitches too!
	I knew this brother named mitch
	Stone player
	He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her
	Trucked crazy jewels
	Hands smothered in ice
	Been to prison not once, but twice
	Kept a stupid thick posse
	Made of thugs and
	Crooks and hoods
	And vet hustlers
	Who were up to no good
	But they all stood behind him
	And watched his back
	That' s the only way
	To roll on　 the track
	But yo,
	Mitch got rushed by feds last week
	The snatchbared the runk
	Of his white corniche
	Took a look inside
	And what did they see?
	Two keys, and a gallon of pcp!
	Oh shit! the thought crashed
	Mitch' s subliminal
	Three strikes, that' s called
	Habitual criminal
	So insted of goin' under
	He snitched on his whole posse
	Maxed at the crib
	And sipped martini and rossi
	Sold out his whole crew
	That rat named mitch
	Chorus
	I knew this guy
	That was never that fly
	Couldn' t act cool
	Even when he tried
	When we played rough
	He always cried
	When he told stories, he always lied
	A black brother
	Who was missin' the cool part
	He had the color
	But was missin' the true heart
	When we would fight
	He would always go down quick
	So he took karate
	And he still got his ass kicked
	But now he' s married
	And he kicks his wife' s ass
	Says it comes from problems
	That he had in the past
	Doesn' t like blacks
	Claims he' s upper class
	Joined the police, got himself a badge
	Now he rolls the streets
	And he' s cut to jack
	Doggin' young brothers
	Cause they usually don' t fight back
	Got a white partner
	And he asked for that
	And every night
	Another head they crack
	So now he' s big man
	But he really ain' t shit!
	Chorus
	Out one night with my crew
	And some new kid
	I didn' t know homeboy, but evil e did
	So i thought he was cool
	We rode in his ride
	Rag top tray on daytons
	Lifted side to side
	We hit the party deep
	Niggas was hawkin' me
	You could feel the vibe
	Of thick artillery
	Parliament was on, some o. g. shit
	I put my back to the wall
	And felt my pistol grip
	Al of a sudden
	Niggas started trippin'
	Flippin', the record started skippin'
	Wildin', fools started locn up
	Gats cracked
	The room started smokin' up
	Me and " e" hit the floor
	And then the back door
	My boys let off an automatic encore
	But when we made it out to　 the ride
	It was gone, we had to shoot it out
	Side by side
	Punk left us there to die in a ditch!
	Chorus

	I once knew this brother
	Who i thought was cool with me
	Chilled out together
	Even went to school with me
	Fly nigga, my ace boon coon
	Used to low ride together
	Shot dice in the bathroom
	Ya want trouble?
	Well trouble ya found
	Cause we diss ya, then issue
	The critical beat down
	He needed money
	I would always come through
	Needed a car? he could use mine too
	But bust this!
	Out on the street
	People say he was riffin'
	Callin' me a sucker
	Talkin' bout how foul i' m livin'
	Someone heard him
	Poppin' that shit last week
	Frontin' for some pussy
	from some big butt freak
	Sayin' i' m his worker
	I was on his dick!
	Talkin' that craazy old weak assed shit
	And after all of that
	She still walked away
	How ya gonna diss your boy
	To get some play?
	And when i stepped to him about it
	He said, " who snitched?"
	Chorus
	Yo, how did he go out?
	He went out like a bitch!
	So ladies
	We ain' t just talkin' bout you
	Cause some of you niggas
	Is bitches too!
	I knew this brother named mitch
	Stone player
	He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her
	Trucked crazy jewels
	Hands smothered in ice
	Been to prison not once, but twice
	Kept a stupid thick posse
	Made of thugs and
	Crooks and hoods
	And vet hustlers
	Who were up to no good
	But they all stood behind him
	And watched his back
	That' s the only way
	To roll on　 the track
	But yo,
	Mitch got rushed by feds last week
	The snatchbared the runk
	Of his white corniche
	Took a look inside
	And what did they see?
	Two keys, and a gallon of pcp!
	Oh shit! the thought crashed
	Mitch' s subliminal
	Three strikes, that' s called
	Habitual criminal
	So insted of goin' under
	He snitched on his whole posse
	Maxed at the crib
	And sipped martini and rossi
	Sold out his whole crew
	That rat named mitch
	Chorus
	I knew this guy
	That was never that fly
	Couldn' t act cool
	Even when he tried
	When we played rough
	He always cried
	When he told stories, he always lied
	A black brother
	Who was missin' the cool part
	He had the color
	But was missin' the true heart
	When we would fight
	He would always go down quick
	So he took karate
	And he still got his ass kicked
	But now he' s married
	And he kicks his wife' s ass
	Says it comes from problems
	That he had in the past
	Doesn' t like blacks
	Claims he' s upper class
	Joined the police, got himself a badge
	Now he rolls the streets
	And he' s cut to jack
	Doggin' young brothers
	Cause they usually don' t fight back
	Got a white partner
	And he asked for that
	And every night
	Another head they crack
	So now he' s big man
	But he really ain' t shit!
	Chorus
	Out one night with my crew
	And some new kid
	I didn' t know homeboy, but evil e did
	So i thought he was cool
	We rode in his ride
	Rag top tray on daytons
	Lifted side to side
	We hit the party deep
	Niggas was hawkin' me
	You could feel the vibe
	Of thick artillery
	Parliament was on, some o. g. shit
	I put my back to the wall
	And felt my pistol grip
	Al of a sudden
	Niggas started trippin'
	Flippin', the record started skippin'
	Wildin', fools started locn up
	Gats cracked
	The room started smokin' up
	Me and " e" hit the floor
	And then the back door
	My boys let off an automatic encore
	But when we made it out to　 the ride
	It was gone, we had to shoot it out
	Side by side
	Punk left us there to die in a ditch!
	Chorus

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