Good morning, is your teacher, MJG Look at me as I my name on the board Class, do you see my Do you my name?
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 than it was in the 70s Aha
I wanna know how can anybody today And if so, what do we have to go through? Well, it out First here's you have to do
It's to let the P I M P in the fuckin' front do' One mo' nigga cuttin' on the down low so twisted in this white man's society Why it be hard for a when he try to be Independent, on his own a plan You it 'cause you can't understand how I can
Rearrange and change how your was raised And teach her how to constantly get paid she's laid Ain't no use in bein' the of the city You ain't got no ducats You want a or ride buckets?
Bitch, listen 'cause you gots of competition From these other who think That you supposed to fall dead, short, lame to the Don't worry, put bitches in your pistol range MJ fuckin' G settin' your mind free with the of knowledge Class has started, day number one in Break-A-Bitch
And today, We a guest speaker, Mister Fat Mac Please yourself
evening, players, good evening Eightball the Fat Mac here, I'm here to let you That these bitches, mean these bustas no You see I'm sayin'? Now first of all, are there any questions?
Ah yes, Eightball You a Professor of Pimpology Tell me how these let these hoes Get 'em up in that fuck shit buddy, check this out
Once again here I come pushin' that funk into ear Do you recall Eightball, the of the year Calm I'm cool and I'm cool 'cause I'm calm Leavin' hoes shell-shocked like they fall in
Mayn, some have game, but most of them can't this Those that I think are stars, end up bein' Welfare recipients, full of rugrats Boost a couple of and now the bitch think she all that
Freakazoids a nigga noid steppin' up to me Hoes that'll fuck you might be packin' H.I.V. Me, I'm packin' jimmy hats, so a hoe give me that Shit about she on the pill, knowin' her pussy kill
See, my education illustrations were the key See, I'm from only bustas have to pay a fee Now you might ask, what can a do to get started? Pull a hoe and go enroll in College
Ah, yeah, now that was a very nice And as I walk back over to the middle of the board I, I kinda figured, I wondered to and I looked at my class And I, it seems you have more questions Is any more questions?
Yes, yes, MJG I a question
Ah, in 94 do you think, ah Any are gonna come up? Can, can any be pimps? Look here, look here, let me you
Now bitches got a lotta game for a nigga So that made me try to see how to a hoe What exactly would it take for me to make the bitch How damn quick could I the bitch break a trick
How fuckin' will it take to make my profit And kinda justice can this hoe do for my pocket Talkin' space-age pimpin', to the oldies In ways keepin' our business tight, not by tryina be Goldie
niggas gettin' they game picked down to the bone If you listen on what these hoes have to say, your gone Nigga, focus on your own rhyme, make 'em your own rules Don't be a fool, nigga, bring that bitch on by to
I got a for that ass and it starts at seven 'I was a pimp' at ten o'clock, till eleven Future looks good for the Niggas in the school of Sir Break-A-Bitch
Okay class, okay Everybody just needs to down Everybody just settle We're gonna break in about 15
But we have one more lecture, one more Now ehm, eh, calm down, calm 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 Break-A-Bitch
Not long ago I grew up as a youngster in shit When all I wanted to do is stick my up in a bitch That dope 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 don't get out and rob Today I was coolin' I usually do I met this hoe after a show wanted to chew me and screw
Now some busta-ass woulda fucked the bitch But at Break-A-Bitch College that's called trickin' off 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, ain't no love in this Do you fuck them and trust them hoes And love 'em with no 9 times out of 10, nigga, if you do Break-A-Bitch College got a scholarship for you
Ah, yes, good class Damn good class, wonderful I love 'em all, I 'em all
Now class can you all join in me For our school alma mater and sing it I'm proud to be an alumni Break-A-College I'm to be