Charles Dickens

A dope gangsta is when you can slang dime sacks
Everyday of the week
While his honey-dip struts her stuff
Making sure she's at her absolute peak
If I ever get caught
I'll spend some more time at the central booking house
Hopefully, my homey will stick to his alibi
That's if he's able to, use all of his nous

You've got a head you can't think with
An eye you can't see with
Balls you can't play with
Your neighbours an arse hole
And your best friend is a total pussy

My britch loves to slip my Charles Dickens
Into her wet and shaved vertical smile
It's always a different position every night
And she always creates, a smile on my dial
She don't ever scream, when I slide it into her chocolate starfish
She’ll take one for the team, ya know what I mean?
You just wish ya momma was just like mine
Who never minds ya licking her dish, ever so clean

You've got a head you can't think with
An eye you can't see with
Balls you can't play with
Your neighbours an arse hole
And your best friend is a total pussy

Back home where every man is a potential enemy
Every woman a potential hoe
There is not one hip-hop star today
Who has original street cred, you know
They're not street, they're just five star suite
Sleeping with girls who think they’ve got hot figures
At least I've walked the walk and everybody knows
I ride for my pot smoking, motley crew of niggas

You've got a head you can't think with
An eye you can't see with
Balls you can't play with
Your neighbours an arse hole
And your best friend is a total pussy