Good morning, is your teacher, MJG Look at me as I my name on the board Class, do you see my Do you understand my
Well, listen, Class, at Break-A-Bitch University We will teach bustas, playa-hatas And all of these weak, narrow minded sissies How to break a bitch, now really, it's so
G, I have a question Pimpology today is different it was in the 70s Aha
I know how can anybody stroll today And if so, what do we have to go through? Well, it out First what you have to do
It's time to let the P I M P in the fuckin' do' One mo' cuttin' paper on the down low It's so twisted in this white man's Why it be for a nigga when he try to be Independent, on his own with a You hate it 'cause you understand how I can
Rearrange and change how daughter was raised And teach her how to constantly get when she's laid Ain't no use in the freak of the city You still ain't got no You a Rolex or ride buckets?
Bitch, listen 'cause you gots of competition From other hoes who think That you to fall dead, short, lame to the game Don't worry, put them bitches in your range MJ fuckin' G settin' your mind with the type of knowledge Class has started, day one in Break-A-Bitch College
And today, We have a speaker, Mister Fat Mac introduce yourself
Good evening, players, good the Fat Mac here, I'm here to let you know That these bitches, mean bustas no good You see what I'm Now of all, class are there any questions?
Ah yes, Eightball You bein' a Professor of me how these niggas let these hoes Get 'em caught up in that shit Alright buddy, check out
Once again here I come pushin' funk into your ear Do you recall Eightball, the player of the Calm 'cause I'm cool and I'm cool I'm calm Leavin' hoes shell-shocked like they fall in
Mayn, some have game, but most of them can't handle Those that I think are stars, end up scandalous Welfare recipients, crib of rugrats Boost a couple of shirts and now the bitch she all that
Freakazoids have a nigga noid up to me that'll fuck you fast might be packin' H.I.V. Me, I'm packin' jimmy hats, so a hoe won't me that Shit about she on the pill, knowin' that her pussy
See, through my education illustrations the key See, where I'm from bustas have to pay a fee Now you ask, what can a nigga do to get started? Pull a hoe and go enroll in College
Ah, yeah, now that was a very nice And as I back over to the middle of the bulletin board I, I kinda figured, I wondered to and I looked at my class And I, it seems that you have questions Is there any more
Yes, yes, MJG I a question
Ah, in 94 do you think, ah Any bitches are gonna up? Can, can any be pimps? Look here, look here, let me you
Now these bitches got a lotta for a nigga So that made me try to see how to a hoe What exactly would it for me to make the bitch click How quick could I make the bitch break a trick
How fuckin' long will it take to make my And what justice can this hoe do for my pocket Talkin' space-age pimpin', similar to the In ways keepin' our business tight, not by tryina be Goldie
These niggas they game picked down to the bone If you listen on these hoes have to say, your money's gone Nigga, on your own rhyme, make 'em follow your own rules be a fool, nigga, bring that bitch on by to school
I got a class for that ass and it starts at 'I was a at ten o'clock, break till eleven Future looks good for the in the school of Sir Break-A-Bitch College
Okay class, okay Everybody needs to settle down just settle down We're gonna in about 15 minutes
But we have one more lecture, one lecture Now ehm, eh, down, calm down I'm take one more question I'm gonna take, are there any more
Ah yeah, ah, I know How can a ordinary like me You know, you Get in College?
Not long ago I grew up as a youngster in shit When all I wanted to do is stick my dick up in a That dope my ends and my ends bought me weed And all I wanted to see was them young bitches on they Sam, damn, can I get a job, see
I wanna sell this dope, and nope I don't get out and rob I was coolin' like I usually do I met hoe after a show that wanted to chew me and screw
Now some busta-ass nigga fucked the bitch But at Break-A-Bitch that's called trickin' off your dick On the corner ain't no pimps, players are low-key I'm on the verge of a splurge, settin' up in Tennessee
Ain't no future for the lame, ain't no love in this Do you them hoes and trust them hoes And 'em with no shame? 9 times out of 10, nigga, if you do College got a scholarship just for you
Ah, yes, damn good Damn class, wonderful graduates I love 'em all, I 'em all
Now can you all join in with me For our school alma mater and let's it I'm to be an alumni from Break-A-College I'm to be