2 Hookers And An 8 Ball Lyrics - Mindless Self Indulgence

2 hookers and an 8 ball 

Can you believe that I write this shit. 

2 hookers and an 8 ball 

Stupid peple thinkin' I am cool. 

I definitely give myself props 

And that way I always get what I want. 

I always try to keep my edge 

With 2 hookers and an 

8 ball niggaz and all the cold villains 

As I rock them niggaz and get 

Freaky deaky with a front row ticket 

For all my fine bitches 

'cause my momma said to pick the very best one 

2 hookers and an 8 ball 

Can you believe that I write this shit. 

2 hookers and an 8 ball 

It ain't that fucking hard. 

I'm standing up to all my abuse 

Inexperience is when I lose 

I'm struggling to keep my edge 

With 2 hookers and an 

8 ball babies for all the fine ladies 

Rollin out in my Mercedes 

And into the 80's 

With a bad case of rabies 

And a high-top fade. 

2 hookers and an 8 ball 

Can you believe that I write this shit. 

2 hookers and an 8 ball 

Stupid people thinking I am cool. 

How 'bout that coke? 

You want that coke? 

Oh, oh, oh 

I thought I told ya to go 

I want that cocaine. 

Want the coke 

Oh, ah, ah 

I thought I told ya to go 

How bout that cocaine 

Want that coke 

Oh, ah, ah 

I thought I told ya to go 

Well then go 

Fuckin go 

8 ball niggaz and all the cold villains 

As I rock them niggaz and get 

Freaky deaky with a front row ticket 

For all my fine bitches 

'cause my momma said to pick the very best one. 

2 hookers and an 8 ball 

Can you believe that I write this shit? 

2 hookers and an 8 ball 

Stupid people thinking I am cool. 

2 hookers and an 8 ball 

Can you believe that I write this shit 

2 hookers and an 8 ball 

Stupid people thinking I am cool.