I'm So Textbook
By Suga Free (2005)
On album Smell My Finger (2005)
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[Verse 1]
Hmmm
Baby, I'm So Textbook
Game set
Now watch me break a n*gga off a proper train-wreck
How Textbook, yup the n*gga got nerve
He loves his feathers, you can tell look at her
Peep the charm-school habitat, ping bing bapapap
Super scrap look at that
Do he know he doing that?
Hell yeah West Coast stuff
I serve a motherf*cker till he a ghost uh
I check a mic that you dream of
n*gga do I need her?
I'm looking for ya momma and for my money have you seen her?
Black n*gga so textbook
Oooh La la
I'm so sexy look
I'm a mastermind n*gga I pimps the game
Don't get mad cuz don't nobody know your name
So have a seat somewhere n*gga let the big boys play
Pimpin pimpin pimpin pimpin pimp pimp parade
[Chorus]
Psycho Pimpin Mac a b*tch out
I wouldn't buy you a box of fruit loops
I'm So Textbook the way I rap
f*ckin with a pimp b*tch you will get slapped
Psycho Pimpin Mac a b*tch out
I wouldn't buy you a box of fruit loops
I'm So Textbook the way I smoke this weed
f*ck with me again b*tch and you can uhm be cool
[Verse 2]
That hair with your lovely mouth and them juicy lips
I'm Suga Free a textbook pimp
Now go on and sit a Gucchi b*tch
What love got do with pimps?
You think a n*gga new to this?
Pimpin pimpin pimpin I'm Textbook yes b*tch
Razzle dazzle do it till your satisfied
Better than marriage ain't it playa?
Happy pimpin, pimpin right
I pulled an ash tray up out my pocket blinded her with science
Not she selling that thing got a gang of clients
I'm so Textbook, the way I turn the mirror at myself
I'm so glad I ain't nobody else
But too bad for you baby since your wasting your life
That hoe talking, get your ass up don't make me say it twice
To the jail house table beat
Sucker can you do that?
I'm breaking n*ggas backs effortlessly ooh yeah
Keep your charms cool Mac attack
A pack a pack a pack
Ooh baby give me that, I'm looking for that kitty cat
[Chorus]
Psycho Pimpin Mac a b*tch out
I wouldn't buy you a box of fruit loops
I'm So Textbook the way I rap
f*ckin with a pimp b*tch you will get slapped
Psycho Pimpin Mac a b*tch out
I wouldn't buy you a box of fruit loops
I'm So Textbook the way I smoke this weed
f*ck with me again b*tch and you can uhm bleed
[Verse 3]
You wanna fall in love? Snuggle up
Baby look, I'll tell you up
Your achy breaky heart doesn't concern me none
I ain't the type to buy roses or that real expensive candy
Have a baby, stop my pimpin for a motherf*cking family
I'll beat your ass, you a terrorist b*tch!
In my face all day like I'm caring and sh*t
Oh you clowning?
Yo, now hold your breath baby and count to a thousand
(one.. two...)
Suga Free the tightest piece out here telling it ya'll
She talking sh*t like she working with some elephant balls
Hmm, now work your wealth
And take a breath go in the bathroom
Look in the mirror and hurt yourself
I'm a toke her like a blast
Thats why I let my di*k slip out her pus*y on purpose
And poked her in her ass
Now get your ass on the couch
The police coming b*tch
And hurry up and wipe that DNA out your mouth
b*tch.. sh*t
Forensics laying all around this motherf*cker
Pick all that sh*t up!
Crying and sh*t, want the neighbors to hear you and all that sh*t outside
b*tch, lower your motherf*cking voice
Slam another thing in this motherf*cker!
b*tch I barely touched you
b*tch...
Acting like I killed yo ass, beat yo ass like I beat yo momma
Talking about you tired b*tch, for what!? You ain't done sh*t
(b*tch leave me loneeee I ain't playin with you)
Keep your eyes in this car b*tch
(Quit f*cking with me, I ain't playin with you)
Look over again, and you gon' get in the car with him
(b*tch leave me loneeee I ain't playin with you)
You think I'm playing with you don't you?
(Quit f*cking with me, I ain't playin)
You forgot how hard I hit don't you?
Keep on f*cking around, haa haa
I'm laughing but I'm serious
I love you baby, I know you love me too
I'm just f*cking with ya'll
Suga Free the pimp
f*cking yall n*ggas up, getting it
Gazoo what's up man
(Man they thought they was ready for this man, you know they wasn't ready for this)
On the table n*gga, n*gga busting on the table!
(Man, coming from old school you know how we do it)
f*cking ya'll n*ggas up, digging in ya'll n*ggas chest n*gga!
Fool!
n*ggas can't see me n*gga, f*ck out of here with that bullsh*t n*gga i'm the tightest P spitting on the motherf*cking West Coast n*gga
(west west baby)
Motherf*cker, Smell my motherf*cking Finger n*gga this me
Sup Tone
(Get prepared man)
Sup Ken
Beating on that table on my ass
Lazy bone just left this motherf*cker too
In a real way
Take that, you dirty rat
(you nasty b*tch)
Keep it pimpin man
Suga Free
Nah, wait a minute, this sh*t harder than a motherf*cker, they thought we left this motherf*cker...
Hmmm
Baby, I'm So Textbook
Game set
Now watch me break a n*gga off a proper train-wreck
How Textbook, yup the n*gga got nerve
He loves his feathers, you can tell look at her
Peep the charm-school habitat, ping bing bapapap
Super scrap look at that
Do he know he doing that?
Hell yeah West Coast stuff
I serve a motherf*cker till he a ghost uh
I check a mic that you dream of
n*gga do I need her?
I'm looking for ya momma and for my money have you seen her?
Black n*gga so textbook
Oooh La la
I'm so sexy look
I'm a mastermind n*gga I pimps the game
Don't get mad cuz don't nobody know your name
So have a seat somewhere n*gga let the big boys play
Pimpin pimpin pimpin pimpin pimp pimp parade
[Chorus]
Psycho Pimpin Mac a b*tch out
I wouldn't buy you a box of fruit loops
I'm So Textbook the way I rap
f*ckin with a pimp b*tch you will get slapped
Psycho Pimpin Mac a b*tch out
I wouldn't buy you a box of fruit loops
I'm So Textbook the way I smoke this weed
f*ck with me again b*tch and you can uhm be cool
[Verse 2]
That hair with your lovely mouth and them juicy lips
I'm Suga Free a textbook pimp
Now go on and sit a Gucchi b*tch
What love got do with pimps?
You think a n*gga new to this?
Pimpin pimpin pimpin I'm Textbook yes b*tch
Razzle dazzle do it till your satisfied
Better than marriage ain't it playa?
Happy pimpin, pimpin right
I pulled an ash tray up out my pocket blinded her with science
Not she selling that thing got a gang of clients
I'm so Textbook, the way I turn the mirror at myself
I'm so glad I ain't nobody else
But too bad for you baby since your wasting your life
That hoe talking, get your ass up don't make me say it twice
To the jail house table beat
Sucker can you do that?
I'm breaking n*ggas backs effortlessly ooh yeah
Keep your charms cool Mac attack
A pack a pack a pack
Ooh baby give me that, I'm looking for that kitty cat
[Chorus]
Psycho Pimpin Mac a b*tch out
I wouldn't buy you a box of fruit loops
I'm So Textbook the way I rap
f*ckin with a pimp b*tch you will get slapped
Psycho Pimpin Mac a b*tch out
I wouldn't buy you a box of fruit loops
I'm So Textbook the way I smoke this weed
f*ck with me again b*tch and you can uhm bleed
[Verse 3]
You wanna fall in love? Snuggle up
Baby look, I'll tell you up
Your achy breaky heart doesn't concern me none
I ain't the type to buy roses or that real expensive candy
Have a baby, stop my pimpin for a motherf*cking family
I'll beat your ass, you a terrorist b*tch!
In my face all day like I'm caring and sh*t
Oh you clowning?
Yo, now hold your breath baby and count to a thousand
(one.. two...)
Suga Free the tightest piece out here telling it ya'll
She talking sh*t like she working with some elephant balls
Hmm, now work your wealth
And take a breath go in the bathroom
Look in the mirror and hurt yourself
I'm a toke her like a blast
Thats why I let my di*k slip out her pus*y on purpose
And poked her in her ass
Now get your ass on the couch
The police coming b*tch
And hurry up and wipe that DNA out your mouth
b*tch.. sh*t
Forensics laying all around this motherf*cker
Pick all that sh*t up!
Crying and sh*t, want the neighbors to hear you and all that sh*t outside
b*tch, lower your motherf*cking voice
Slam another thing in this motherf*cker!
b*tch I barely touched you
b*tch...
Acting like I killed yo ass, beat yo ass like I beat yo momma
Talking about you tired b*tch, for what!? You ain't done sh*t
(b*tch leave me loneeee I ain't playin with you)
Keep your eyes in this car b*tch
(Quit f*cking with me, I ain't playin with you)
Look over again, and you gon' get in the car with him
(b*tch leave me loneeee I ain't playin with you)
You think I'm playing with you don't you?
(Quit f*cking with me, I ain't playin)
You forgot how hard I hit don't you?
Keep on f*cking around, haa haa
I'm laughing but I'm serious
I love you baby, I know you love me too
I'm just f*cking with ya'll
Suga Free the pimp
f*cking yall n*ggas up, getting it
Gazoo what's up man
(Man they thought they was ready for this man, you know they wasn't ready for this)
On the table n*gga, n*gga busting on the table!
(Man, coming from old school you know how we do it)
f*cking ya'll n*ggas up, digging in ya'll n*ggas chest n*gga!
Fool!
n*ggas can't see me n*gga, f*ck out of here with that bullsh*t n*gga i'm the tightest P spitting on the motherf*cking West Coast n*gga
(west west baby)
Motherf*cker, Smell my motherf*cking Finger n*gga this me
Sup Tone
(Get prepared man)
Sup Ken
Beating on that table on my ass
Lazy bone just left this motherf*cker too
In a real way
Take that, you dirty rat
(you nasty b*tch)
Keep it pimpin man
Suga Free
Nah, wait a minute, this sh*t harder than a motherf*cker, they thought we left this motherf*cker...
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