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