Fortytwo Fake - Mac Dre

Let me whoop this puss on you\n(You can’t whoop that puss on me)\nAin’t no ho puss worth my life\n(Ain't no puss worth my life)\nI ain’t know this ho was shyst\n(I didn’t know the ho was shyst)\nI met her on a Thursday at the DMV\nShe was payin' registration I was tryin' to get an I.D.\nDidn’t trip 'til she talked intellectual\nAnd the way she moved was hella sexual\nI threw bait, strictly experimental\nDropped my pencil made it look accidental\nShe bit quick like a big mouth bass\nAnd when she picked up my pencil all I saw was ass\nI said what’s your name, she said my name’s LaShawn\nI said excuse my ebonics, but baby you the bomb!\nShe smiled, told me I was far from ugly\nAsked me how I was doin', I said lav lav lovely\nLooked at my watch, said my schedule’s tight\nBut if you give up the number I’ll call your ass tonight\nRight\nShe was with it and gave up the digits\nAnd when I called later on she said come visit\nWho is it? She said when I knocked on the door\nI said it’s young M D, oh you ain’t knowin'\nStepped inside and I can tell from a distance\nShe was burning scented candles and maybe even incence\nBoy I tell ya she was in the mood\nShe said I hope your hungry cause I cooked up some food\nShe lit the fireplace threw on a love ballad\nBefore the main course we ate shrimps and salad\nWe talked for a while and drinked Zinfandel\nShe had ass like ten games of big pin the tail\nOn the donkey\nChocolate, opposite from honkey\nAll I can think about is hittin' that monkey\nShe was diggin' your folks, boy I could tell\nHow she served fat steaks and big lobster tail\nOn the first visit\nEverything exquisite\nThe door bell rang she didn’t ask who is it\nShe must’ve knew dude, cause she gave some cash\nHe kicked down a twomp sack and a fat gram of hash\nWe smashed\nWe turn joints to dubees\nShe eightysixed the music and pull out three movies\nMohogany\nThe Mack\nBaby Got Back\nShe said, I’ll be right back\nRoll the rest of that sack\nI rolled the weed up\nThen I kicked my feet up\nThen two niggas came in with masks all G’d up\nThe plot thickens\nI’m slippin' like a mutherfucka\nMopped and chopped and gettin' treated like a sucka\nFive minutes ago I was feelin' fuck great\nBut now I’m gagged up wrapped in duct tape\nThey choke me\nBroke me\nAnd dropped me off on the bridge\nAnd all I can think about was killin' that bitch\nMy worst mistake\nFuckin' with a snake\nHow a playa gonna fall for that Fortytwo Fake?\nThat Fortytwo Fake\n(chorus to end)