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I once had a bytch named Mandy May
Used to be all in them guts like every day
The p*ssy was the bomb, had a nikka on sprung
I was in love like a motherfukker licking the pearl tongue
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure nikkas wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfukking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I gets released on a hot sunny day
My nikka D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre
Scooped in a coupe, "Snoop we got news
Your girl was tricking while you was draped in your county blues"
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some motherfukking chin-checkin'
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, "Dre, pass the Glock"
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fukking my hoe, yo (bytches ain't shyt)
I uncock my shyt
I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed, man, fukk a bytch