Hopsin - I Might Be Wrong lyrics

{Chorus: Hopsin} These hoes going crazy when they see me pull up (You know) Tryna strip my money But I can be wrong, I might be wrong (Yeah) Throw your dubs for a Westcoast player The way we stuntin' on your hoes, it's just no fair What up b*tch, keep the {?} lit, tell 'em we run this {Verse 1} I'm ruthless but hit the club feeling so restless Reckless, y'all forgot to put me on the guest-list F this, I don't need the club, sh*t I'm cooling up Watch me pull the next dime pieces {I see?} pulling up (Ayy ho) Still raw when I rappin' on the mic Catch me actin' up mashin', prolly macking on your wife Gimme your nasty hoest dyke, who look gaggin' on the pipe But they tryna set me up, like my ass was Obie Trice (sh*t) A lotta hoes are known for game, sh*t they'll blow your brain ({?}) They have you give them cash, nice whips and the whole shebang (Bang) It's a sunny day, b*tch, it ain't supposed to rain Now bend over like hunchback and ultradian I'm an a**hole as rascal We be pulling mad hoes, and fu*kin' them 'til they back broke Then hit the studio and crack jokes Maybe smash flows, I spit the fire until the track smoke (come on) {Chorus: Hopsin} These hoes going crazy when they see me pull up (You know) Tryna strip my money But I can be wrong, I might be wrong (Yeah) Throw your dubs for a Westcoast player The way we stuntin' on your hoes, it's just no fair What up b*tch, keep the {?} lit, tell 'em we run this {?} baby {?} want you to do {Verse 2} {?} navigation You're the location, I'm your destination {?} Crustaceans and a make a reservation The radio station, playing this dedication Back to back in rotation, live syndication Tonight this is celebration, no limitation No expectations, no indications Little conversations, smoke inhalation Slow installation, don't rush the situation We got all night (All night), I'ma do it right (Do it right) I'ma keep working at it, 'til I get it right Then we buss it wide open if the suit tight {Chorus: Hopsin} These hoes going crazy when they see me pull up (You know) Tryna strip my money But I can be wrong, I might be wrong (Yeah) Throw your dubs for a Westcoast player The way we stuntin' on your hoes, it's just no fair What up b*tch, keep the {?} lit, tell 'em we— (Good God, good God)