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