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Thug Mansion by Tupac Shakur (Acoustic Version)

 I want a bitch that look good and cook good Cinderella fancy, but she still look hood Butt naked in the kitchen flipping pancakes Plus she tricking from the dough that her man makes We got our own handshake Her titties ain’t fake F-cking in the car cause we just can’t wait to get home Early in the morn’ getting stoned Pretty with her eyes low, runny by Bible The type of bitch that BIG said he would die for Is the type that I would rather stay alive for Tatts on her back, looking all tribal She know shoes like she know survival Well put together, she weathers the storm Seen her brother die so forever she’s strong Hear Beyonce’s song and she gotta perform Whether f-cking or fighting: we getting it on! I don’t even say shit, she can feel it I toss the realest, sold nails acrylic Ass is a weapon and it’s hard to conceal it Baby in one arm, the other is a skillet Frying chicken, macaroni Raise on the ? Ghetto press, she’s my apolonni like Tony, Montana Reminded me of ? or my mama Knowing the drama like she know when to joke Steal a nigga’s squares, not wanting me to smoke I poke my head out of Benzes My beats is the streets and I know who my friends is In this love for the money, power and clothes My ghetto housewife watch reality shows She might get to snapping if the canvas aint closed When the cameras snap snapping, she’s ready to pose