The Sucka Rap Lyrics by Jon Cooksey & Mos Eisley She met me at the Motel 6 for licks and tricks Hit the floor, hit the skins, yo this chick was slick I put my quarter in her slot and we got the bed shakin' Makin' her climb the walls, call my name and get crazy Next day she tryin' to play me like we're married or some such Girl, please, I'd like to leave the area untouched Plus we just met, I ain't promised a thing You start talkin' 'bout a ring and I'm gone with the wind Listen up: freakin's just recreation Girls...you gotta chill out with your expectations Tryin' to put me in your box and then flip the lid Only a sucka gets stucka with a bitch an' kids Listen up: freakin's just recreation Girls...for the sport, not procreation Tryin' to lure a brother in and then flip the script Only a sucka gets stucka with a bitch an' kids Now some ladies' nerves twitch when I say the word "bitch" But I've never called 'em that unless they deserved it They get mad! Enraged! They be rushin' the stage! Whoa-whoa-whoa, hey, hold up, I got somethin' to say A real woman got her own, house car and phone She can love it or leave it, cause she can do it alone Don't need your cash or checks, and won't crash your Lex She won't harass your ex because she has respect But a bitch uses her head to get in your bed Wedding bells in her mind from the second you met Now she's poppin' out babies, it's crazy, you signed a mortgage Working two jobs all day to buy the porridge And supply the diapers for them cryin' ass young'uns And you can't even look at what you used to put your tongue in She actin' all delicate, got you damn near celibate Tryin' to feed her Tylenol, like "How bad can a headache get?" She's at the mall tryin' to get jeans to fit her While you're payin' for it all, playin' the babysitter Yeah bitches is wack thinkin' 'at babies'll bond 'em So save yourselves the drama, kids, and always use a condom! Listen up: freakin's just recreation Girls...don't wanna increase the population So don't put me in your box and try to flip the lid Only a sucka gets stucka with a bitch an' kids Yeah, freakin' is what? (posse members: recreation! For the sport, not what? (posse members: procreation! Girl, I'll get up in your box but don't you flip the lid (the music stops Only a sucka gets stucka with a bitch and kids. BACK TO LYRICS