PoBitch - Afroman

Po bitch po bitch

Mad cuz hes broke and im rich

Po bitch po bitch

Cryin on the internet little snitch

Po bitch po bitch

Mad cuz hes broke and im rich

Po bitch po bitch

Cryin on the internet little snitch

I meet different people in the streets

I can sing, I can rap, I can do beats

Back when I was a K-I-D

Rappers were assholes to me

I don’t wanna be like the bad rapper

I wanna be the good rap the love for the hood rap

So I listen to the circumstances

And if I can I give people chances

Nobody gave shit to me but should I be like them

You sink I swim

No I shouldn’t so I should help people out if I could

What about people like po bitch

Jealous of me and he wanna get rich

Don’t wanna crawl before he walk

Hateful ungrateful talking that talk

I don’t wanna come off like a jerk

But everybody in the world has to work

Everyday I spend money, lend money

Without bringing in money, its not funny

Gotta make a profit I can’t be broke

Like po bitch is with no crack to smoke

I make money off everything

Like a flat broke crack smoke human being

Named po bitch, internet snitch

Dissing me making me rich

Drunk n high, whack fro20

Po lil bitch gets no money

But you can get the fuck out my face

And cry to the world on myspace

A snitch is something I must destroy

Never sell drugs with po boy

We live around the corner why you on the internet

You say you gonna sue me but the letter hasn’t came yet

I gave you a place to stay

You stole my equipment n bought some yay

You can loose some real-estate but gain possession

You won’t teach me a painful lesson I’m teach you one

Pack up you done, stay on the run with your crack baby son

Barny, cookie monster with laringitas

Your flat ass bitch got aids and hepatitis

I love big women, yeah thats true

Thats the reason I fucked you

Bent you over, stuck my dick in

You’ll be ready when you go to the pen

Snitch in there like you do out here

You won’t be around next year

You made a song calling me a bitch nigga

But I’m a pimp and your beats made me rich nigga

I made fat dough out of fresh dough

Paid you good you big fat crack hoe

Asshole, you a sad soul, sore loser, out in the cold

You say I’m washed up but you never washed in

I bet you wash everybody’s drawers in the pen

Come to my house and pull the trigger

Get off the internet snitch ass nigga

Fuck all this drama

You got your ass kicked by your baby momma

So pack your pistols and your rifles

Watch them black gangster cisciples

Barking like big dog internet poodles

I’m eating steak while you fools eat noodles

Ey huss up its the hungry hustla the american dream the successful failure

The acceptable reject Afro-motherfucking-m-a-n from pimpdale Pimpafornia you

know what I’m saying

You know bitches get outta line but they get checked you know what I’m saying

You know Grass grow then it get cut you know what I’m saying

And pretty soon you gotta cut it again you know

Its just life inhale exhale eastside palmdale