BONES, Eddy Baker - Delinquents lyrics

What?
Young white pimp, switchblade on my dick
Blunt guts in my veins, Backwoods on my lips
I ain't ridin' with a clip
(no) I'm ridin' with my clique no tent
Let 'em see me when I'm ridin' in the whip
Black beeper on my hip
Buzzin' hard like a bitch (SESH)
Nextel makin' moves, and I make a bitch strip
(What?) feed her drugs, watch her die
I'mma help the suicide
All my girls goin' to die when
They see I have a ride
When they see just how I act
When they hear just how I rap
All black to the hat
Now I'm creepin' for the cash
Flashback to the past
Now I'm pimpin' in the flash
Fuck whoever said I wouldn't, gettin' cash
Flickin' ash
I'm, bitch, livin' life like a prince
Got jewels on my hands, heirlooms on my wrist
I'm, what, livin' like a motherfuckin' prince
Got jewels on my hands, heirlooms on my wrist
What?

Eddy fuckin' Baker, bitch
Know I'm high off the dope
Got the grams in my pocket and
A scale in my coat
Killin' every fuckin' beat, yeah
It's murder he wrote (murder he wrote)
Try to play me for a ho
Then I'm grabbin' your throat
(I'm grabbin' your throat)
God damn, I'm so dope like a bag of the blow
Fucked your bitch in the bathroom
And you didn't even know (didn't even know)
I just hit it from the back
While she sniffin' the snow
Bust a nut in her face then I hit the backdo'
(damn) i'm a crook, motherfucker
Got no love for the po' (fuck you)
I can never wife a bitch
I'm in love with the dough
(I'm in love with the dough)
Got some plugs on the drugs
I can get 'em for low (fuck with me)
Ecstasy, marijuana, even pints of the poe
(alright) my niggas stay in the streets but
We still keep it low
Little blunts, little fuck
Then we hittin' the sto' (Smoke sum)
I can never get enough
Always fiendin' some mo' (real shit)
Bad bitch on my dick, how deep can I go?
Yup, yeah