Suga Free – Damn Lyrics

A lot of these hoes got kids to feed, and nobody helping them out
And they gon’ get what they need
And wouldn’t give a f*ck less what you say about her
Just don’t touch her or her money, ain’t no play about her
Cuz she been in cars and hotels, some crazy tricks
Plus she know her job is dangerous, she’s a crazy bitch! I goes crazy
Will you allow me to introduce myself to you
Man… Lady! Now I, ca-can’t w-wait to-to ge-get my-my mon-ney-ey ba-baby! And, damn baby! And baby ooohweee we don’t have to take our clothes off to have fun! You know I work for the ‘killer whale’ you just checking out the sea
You’d better check the oil in your car, remember who you’re talking to
Don’t let these finger nails fool you, i’ll break them all taking off on you
Damn, Baby! Ha ha haaa on my car
Can’t wait to f*ck you like a wild-animal in the dark
They said I couldn’t do it, but I did it like "What!?"
Run up, so what’s up? Damn, Baby! You know? Suga Suga, can’t do nothing with no square man, period! And uh, if it’s good to you, it must be good for you, and do what the Mob say do. She held it and let it happen, probably crying to sleep
Cuz I got plenty of them on my shoulder crying on me
I learned that women don’t forget some shit like that
You wonder why she prostituting and she cool with the fact? I will pimp till’ I die. What’s your name, where do you live? And baby ooohweee we don’t have to take our clothes off to have fun! Oh, you’re an opportunist? You little square ass punk
Keep up the free f*cking! What’s your name, where do you live? Baby! (yep, shit)
Spend the night with me! Damn Suga Free
Suga Free, don’t hit him! (Baaa daa) I goes crazy
Will you allow me to introduce myself to you
God damn! I f*ck a nigga up with a ball-point pen
I keep my women happy, f*ck them every now and again
Ahhh Haaa Ooohweee
I’m standing on the world, the largest Capital "P"! Damn, Baby! Okay! You know what I mean? Spend the night with me! Nigga you know about us
Don’t ever tell him what to do or call yourself checking me! Yeah man, I we got my nigga Chris right there behind the boards, we got Finguz up in here, its going down man. Lady! I goes crazy
Will you allow me to introduce myself to you
Man… Lady! Suga Free, don’t hit him! Now baby, p*ssy don’t run this, dick do
I think somewhere along the line somebody tricked you
But you gon’ grow up and try to f*ck off with a wrong nigga
And think you wrong when he be in you its the church of liver
Bitch killer, ain’t no love bitch! (baa daa)
And baby ooohweee (Gleek badapap shabada haaa)
We don’t have to take our clothes off to have fun! (Yep)
Do you know who I am? Try that shit with me, and your ass will be in a trauma unit
Damn, Baby! I’m a certified, supa-fly, hair-down, maniac, lunatic, and tell-a-lie, Cali, I pop a "green thumb", rap star, purple kush, crystal meth, oxytocin, cocaine and black tar
Smooth talk a lot, good cook, good job, sexy ass G.Q., gotta blast, down for squire, break a nail, grow it back, drive a pretty cadillac, grab the mic and bust a rap, and count the money, happy with the heat in my lap! Damn, Baby! And one thing about a hoe, he knows what up on the street
And I don’t know about you, but thats the woman for me
For real! And, damn baby! bap bap, beep beep
[arguing with his hoe in the background]
Hey, wait a minute, where you going? Bitch! My name is Suga free Man, I am from the West Side of Pomona man. And ooohweee
Can I offer you a stick of Wrigley’s Spirament gum? Look, I didn’t mean to scare you, I apologies
Here bitch, sit down
I’m just telling you my pedigree
I keep it 100, I watch myself because I’m talented and niggas want it
I knock a bitch through a brick wall
I tell them "come back n’ Suga Free the pimp Pomona style, keep it crackin!"
I’m trying to tell you something that your Momma forgot, and take it with you bitch until your calves get dropped
You a stand-up-hoe or a fall-down-bitch
Remember, "bitches f*ck for free but prostitutes get rich"
And if you get catch a trick slipping, better take that
Thats just some extras that your ass don’t gotta make back
Just look at all them niggas that you’re f*cking for nothing;
For some food, for a blunt? And ooohweee
Can I offer you a stick of Wrigley’s Spirament gum? Haaa It takes a certain kind of woman to be f*cking with this
Chances are, she had a hard life growing up
Momma somewhere drunk, bending over, throwing up
She probably got molested by somebody in her family or something
And told her that she better never tell nobody or nothing! Slow down! (Damn!)
And, damn baby! Hey baby, I bet you, I could put you to sleep
She said "How?"
I said, "Take one more motherf*cking thing from me and step your ass in the street!"
I got bombs strapped! What’s up Quik? Damn, Baby! And ooohweee
Can I offer you a stick of Wrigley’s Spirament gum? Do you know who I am? You know… my stomach start hurting when I’m around square bitches. What’s your name, where do you live? Spend the night with me! Do you know who I am?