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









