L'art du crime (feat. Baby Eazy-E) - SF34

I'm sitting here writing this song about Baby's mothers who uh, try to sue the daddy's for child support Even though daddy's taking care of the baby But the mother's just, you know, scandalous And I'd just like to say Fuck my baby's mama, the bitch got drama Fuck my baby's mama Cause she's the type of bitch that wanna see me broke Broker than a joke, bitch stole my role And every time I see the bitch, she needs cash She make me wanna slap her ass Trifling bitch, always got me in a fix The low life Compton-shopping-swap-me trick I wanna kill the ho Then slam her in the trunk of my six four Cause yo, that ho made my dick grow And now her lawyer's at every show Waiting for me to kick in my dough But before I go, I'm on death row Cause the bitch had too much drama Fuck my baby's mama Fuck my baby's mama (that bitch) Fuck my baby's mama, the bitch got drama And I'm not the one I should just knock her punk ass out While I'm in court paying child support But then I gotta deal with the father and the steel And he's the type of nigga that a nigga's gotta kill Make me kick up a grip, I don't like her Cause the bitch is buying skirts instead of diapers Begging so much to hold hands, it's starting to look like cuffs I wish I never fucked How much you make? Cause according to your income, you might have to spend some Time behind bars, now you find it hard I never thought a bitch would pull a stunt like this I can't do another day with Pamela So I'mma pay ya' honor But I'd just like to say I think of all the money I spent on a lawyer, I used to be an employer But now I'm just an employee, filing bankruptcy But now the punk bitch can't touch me Uh, I only call her to check up on my daughter So now she got a restraining order Put me to the curb and had the nerve to ask to borrow a dime Bitch, you must be out your rabid ass mind Huh, love for start will take much you see The bitch broke me so now I need a crutch But you gotta understand a judge don't give a fuck About a young nigga that's down on his luck So I gotta put the P down and be down for the calls And give the bitch back her drawers So if your driving by and you see her Do me a favor, give the bitch the finger Fuck her You biiiiiiiitch (Laughter), that's fucked up Go to hell (laughter) We dedicate this number to you (laughter) This one's for you This evening's news report See you 'round, buddy boy