Letra de Pineapple Pizza
Hey J, It's Cindy, I had a great time the other night! Listen, I wanted to see if you wanted to come over tonight, maybe we can get a pizza and listen to some records!I met a girl named Cindy, she was fine She liked to get drunk on red wine She had cinnamon flavored lipstick When she blew me it burned my dip stick But she was funny and she was nice I hit it the first day and fucked her twice She took me home and locked the door And played old shit from Al B. Sure! Pineapple pizza and Faygo Redpop She shut the shades and checked the deadlock Somebody knocked on the door all night But we laid low and killed the light They kept knocking and firmly split She broke out with her own sex kit Freaky toys, but I was straight 'Cause i can make my own dick vibrate'Cindy'? What? Wait a fuckin' minute!You should know, yo A hoe is a hoe And then you go burn And now you know But baby, whoa, this ain't the end of the show I'm coming back for more Cause I'm a juggaloHey Shag, it's Cindy, I miss you! You need to call me, okay?Look here J, I'm talking to you I know a bitch named cindy too My bitch works at the party store Right off the bat, she was a naughty whore I hit it quickly just like you We fucked so hard my dick was blue She also likes to get drunk on wine Let's just hope it's your bitch, ain't mine My bitch too has cinnamon lips Plus she's a little bit fat in the hips Pineapple pizza, my bitch loves it And Al B. Sure!? Fuck you, that does it I knocked on the door the other night Somebody else had cut the light I can't believe it, I been deceived I even paid for that bitch's weaveWait a minute, man! I'm getting played too!You should know, yo A hoe is a hoe And then you go burn And now you know But baby, whoa, this ain't the end of the show I'm coming back for more Cause I'm a juggaloBaby, what are you talking about? Like, I don't even know him! O.M.G.!How the fuck was I supposed to know? I don't blame you, I blame the hoe She got me too, I can't believe she cheats us I don't even like pineapple pizza Fuck Al B Sure!; one hit wonder Fuck that spell she had us under She said she loved me and I believed her Fuck that shit, I want my weave back And all them fucking sex toys for what I don't want none of that near my butt She's at work, let's grab some gas And burn her house down in a flash Douse the signs and douse the porch It's my pleasure to light the torch We set it ablaze and drove off laughing Play some juggalos, see what happensI can't believe my fucking house is on fire! My Al B. Sure! records are in there!You should know, yo A hoe is a hoe And then you go burn And now you know But baby, whoa, this ain't the end of the show I'm coming back for more Cause I'm a juggaloI don't care about either of you guys anyway, 'cause Billy's my man, so fuckin' peace!