bulldagger stole my bitch lyrics – 2 live crew

brother marquis does all the verses
{shari lewis}
come … give us a little kiss … let me make it better.

these rotten *ss b*tches is gonna f*ckin’ wanna know!

i met this b*tch at a hip-hop disco
verse 1
a club full of divas in san francisco
i asked her name, the b*tch said shirley
i asked her for some p*ssy, she said “i like girlies.”
“what that mean, hoe, that i can’t have it?”
she said, “n*gg*, recognize i’m a female f*ggot!”
you triflin’-*ss b*tches know that sh*t ain’t right
stinkin’-*ss dyk*, put some d*ck in your life
’cause we know where the nose goes in the nymphos
playin’ with d*ld*s and finger-f*ckin’ booty holes
belly to belly, skin to skin
f*ckin’ like h*ll, but ain’t no d*ck goin’ in
stick it in, take it out, and let ’em suck it
if they like p*ssy that much, then let me f*ck it
but they game is strong and they tongue is long
a bulldagger beat and got yo’ b*tch and gone!
chorus: brother marquis and mr. mixx

she’d rather suck p*ssy, she don’t want no d*ck!
a bulldagger done stole my b*tch
[a bulldagger done stole my b*tch!
b*tch told me she don’t want no d*ck!]
a bulldagger done stole my b*tch
she’d rather eat p*ssy than suck a n*gg*’ d*ck!
[a bulldagger done stole my b*tch!

f*ck y’all hoes, y’all hoes ain’t sh*t!]
bulldaggers come in all shapes, sizes and colors
a b*tch that eat p*ssy makes a good d*ck-sucker
verse 2
never kiss a bulldagger hoe in the mouth
it smells like sh*t from all the *ss she got
freaky hoes got them tendencies
why go that way, b*tch, when you can get these?
some girls’ll do it, some girls don’t
a bulldaggin’ hoe will do what your boyfriend won’t
a bulldagger is the worst kind of player hater
’cause n*gg*s still f*ck ’em, that’s why they can’t fade us
a bulldagger got more b*tches than me and you
now bulldaggers, you know they don’t play fair
sayin’ they strictly d*ckly, but that ain’t true
they get all the p*ssy, and they don’t share
but they game is strong and they tongue is long
a bulldagger beat and got yo’ b*tch and gone!

verse 3
i hate bulldaggin’ hoes with a p*ssion
you motherf*ckin’ right a n*gg* gave bashin’
you b*tches need to get that gay sh*t off your mind
suckin’ ’em up, that’s sick, i d*ck ’em down at night
lickin’ cl*ts, suckin’ t*tties, and playin’ with kitties
and sophisticated dyk*s’ll treat a n*gg* sh*tty
i can’t understand how a b*tch with cl*ss
spittin’ at my hoes but they can’t be chose
because b*tch, my p*ssy’s bought and paid fo’!
would have another hoe’s name tattooed on her *ss
now you motherf*ckin’ dyk*s ain’t got no shame
french-kissin’, holdin’ hands like it ain’t no thing
your game is workin’, but i got the last virgin
but they game is strong and they tongue is long
you doin’ the slurpin’ while i’m doin’ the servin’
a bulldagger beat and got yo’ b*tch and gone!

said somethin’ to you, my sh*t just won’t be the same,
naw, mu’f*cker. you tryin’ to blow my game? my b*tches
motherf*cker, n’ i can’t have that!

yeah, mr. mixx and brother marquis representin’, straight
up on the down south tip! for the 9-5 shot! you know we
talkin’ ’bout they raggedy *ss, n*gg*, ain’t no motherf*ckin’
thang, ‘knamsayin’? don’t n*body say ‘nything personal,
come on, girl, y’know? boys back up at that *ss! one time
for the bottom! you know how they do it

/ 2 live crew lyrics