It was three white bitches who worked
Amazed by they beauty marks
knee- high boots that was made Clarks
at how they spoke and shit
Every language was music to the kid as if
I was modern day King Midas
Starky's Angel's Shaolin's finest
Though it happened in the
Plus I played the whip real low
cause my face was roofin'
My angels jetted out of Albee Square
Gun out , wrap in their hair,
kinda crowded so they clap in the air
Chased a nigga down block
Squeezing glocks, these mommies real
anxious to blow off his top
He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar
more they skirts got dirtier
Sending shots like check day,
"Who shot that duck out the
We can stop the finest suspect,
Then I pulled up "Come on
Two brown sisters assisted
stoked like they was still in the room
Freed his right arm and leg,
arm, head and rose to his feet
Staggering except for the socks and mask,
And checking for the keys the dough,
Nothing obvious is missing
Recollected now why Hollywood
hotties stepped into Giuseppe's
And naughty personnel nurses,
Chanel purses, CLK shottie
Chased the trees with Thai iced teas
Told them both, "I don't feel so well,
Ya'll go 'head and get the
no Uzi, who's he see in the lobby?
Peace, pizza man change a hundred,
"Nah" Whoops! Left the knot
Got to the room and fell flat out
The question remains who bound
That's when they found the empty
Villains skiid a gram on the street, 50G
The part of Mr. Ropo was played by Mr T