Malcolm "Chop" Smalls - No Religion lyrics

[Verse 1] Bad b**hes, that past-tensin, they past-livin From Grad-women, to back-bendin for rap n***as Get it early with more birdies, then badminton I Pa**ed-Pimpin, I'm adlibbin them actresses Ass-Thicken, these chickens livin on that trickin No thrill, til she on pills, she act different I figure though, I figure-four, the figaro Fill-her-nose, she full-of-coke, I fill her throat I feel-the-ghost, I'm gettin close, we inna zone A couple cameras and little Anna be Getting groped She want it more, a little moan, it's pitiful Only 18, but she gettin grown I learned a lot, the feelings stop, the chickens flock b**hes, Get-to-top, just to get the top I don't break no pigeon bread, kid I sit and watch I swear these girls will do anything to get a shot [Chorus] Girls that wanna model Sniffin' all this powder, and aaahh Let ya mind get clouded By Trends ya tryna follow And I'll.. Be good to you [Verse 2] So in awe by foreign cars, it court us all Get so involved, the luck of draws, and wonder bras Above the law, these other broads, won't come as far I love ya talk, that model walk, you won it all Are you lovin the feelin, feel up in ya chest With ya legs to the ceilin, let ya Achilles rest Feelings-in-a-wreck, I see it in your silhouette You entered in another world, that you couldn't get At home, you got a boyfriend, here, you avoid him That liquor, fallen victim to these riches is a poison So contrived, these lies slicker than a coy fish The-voices, will slowly cut the ropes that you hoist in Knowin in your head, you ain't the only one And we only holdin on you, cause we know you young Ignore the whole reality, becomin dumb Cause the thought of Goin back broke is so troublesome [Chorus] [Verse 3] Brace the camera's flash, here you're Stacey Dash You can make a lotta money off that naked a** From partying in Cardigans, to shakin snatch They say they wanna model, baby make it last Freak for me, freak for me in this large house Showin off for the j**elry, she on trial I make it rain, in her dark clouds And she know it, Blood flowin like a heart valve Lexuses-Beamers, dinner in Catalina Shoppin out in neimans, b**hes wanna be seen and Wanna be the reason, n***as wantin to keep it But let your fan club, see your inner-demons