.:Me and My Ex-Uno's:.

 
I’m rocked, they rolling
this night we’re out strolling
me and my Ex-Uno’s
these bitches
they some clever ass witches
verified wenches.
both of whom had cravings
Ms. Behavings; they had itches
both, they were all about them riches
for a while had a nice flow; good 2Go
on that D-low; you know
used to take care from head to toe
posting up; creating rivers of banks
these two were my favorite skanks
bread winners; some
they might call ‘em pro sinners
but naw; they weren’t at all beginners

I was a witness; how I loved this
quite familiar with They Business
though I couldn’t say it wasn’t hard, but
better than being that retard or
placed out in that yard
you know what I’m saying?
no playing;
can’t have B’s disobeying
yet them fab-bricks started fraying
money gone lost by that misbehaving
that point shaving
each and everything about that
can’t get wit’ that… that kinda thing
that’s always whack

calls for more than a balled up fist
friggin’ anarchy like the wild, wild, west
all that and I still confess;
the stress
my life…this life…
who needs a friggin’ wife?
all that strife…so yeah,
I peeped the knife
these B’s were trying to cut me outta business
and if I’d slept, I’d surely miss this
used to call one “Carol in The Shower”
the other I called “Kismet”
both used to be my best bet
no fable; kept my stable able
big screen for the sports cable
several rooms
all of ‘em discreet
couldn’t be beat…
the spot was real sweet

...and my place?

it was keeping them B’s
keeping them knowing their place
all this while getting that good face
that and that money… yeah, that money
oh how it keeps a rainy day sunny
but naw, I ain’t no dummy
see bitches…they cum and go
wanna party right? I’d be the one to know
big bank, sweet ass-sets counting my dough
I'm maintaining an incoming flow
they speed-a-John along ‘till they run outta gas
yet to them; it won’t seem that fast
‘cause my B’s had alotta class
panache and all that jazz
but them bitches
they should’ve known
cross me, the anger gets full-blown
see. I’m that pathological pimp
run game without a limp

…even onna thin dime the game’s all mine and I get at it full time and..

that’s based on what a bitch can do
don’t know why they couldn’t stay true?
independent thinking?
maybe that’s how things went foul
naw, not allowed…tangles up the rules
must’ve forgot they were here as tools
smartass bitches acting out as fools
had other Daddy O’s looking at me strange
maybe thinking I’m some kinda… doused out flames
so out by the lake had to show ‘em my fangs
left ‘em in that lake like smalltime lames
no-time for them wifey type games
that kinda play got their tenure rearranged





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photo: colin day