[Lyric] Goons N Strippers (The Press (Preach Da Truth, Micky Munday & Duke Gutta))

[Intro]

[Hook: Duke Gutta]
All my homies look like goons and my bitches look like strippers
We smokin' all the weed and they drinkin' all the liquor
My homies look like goons and my bitches look like strippers
We smokin' all the weed and they drinkin' all the liquor
(Preach Da Truth: Cuz we talkin' bout them) Goons and Stripper, Goons and Strippers, Goons and Stripper, Goons and Stripper

[Verse 1: Preach Da Truth]
Well I pop pills and I eat shrooms
She don't fuck with no square dudes
Bad boy like a piston
I just fuck then send her home gone fishing
Her mama kicked her out
Her baby daddy ain't workin'
Pop it for some ones, shake like she apart of that twerk team
My nigga be the driver
I be the shooter Mcgavin
My goons balling for real
While yall niggas playing that madden
Doing business with them capos
Dating hoes out of them pageants
My automobile is manual
But my guns is automatic
I dont trust no nigga
No not a ho neither
She bend over and touch her toes
Yea yea she know the procedure (take that)
She throw it like a quarterback
Catch it, wide receiver
I beat it up like Tina
Fucking hoes off of my visa
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Micky Munday]

Fresh up out of the gridlock
Grind it out till my heart stop
Couple bags of that stanky
You can smell it right through that ziplock
Pick a couple of goons and they ridin with me no pit-stops
So if its any problem, its no problem to get you zipped up
King of Diamonds on Monday, spend a tour up in that strip club
Few months of that yoga got her body looking real tip top
She run them beaches everyday
She let it burn, she sweat it out
I pick her up just to take her down and I let her in just to kick her out
I just bought a new car, can't afford a Lisa Reye
In diamonds spending like I'm Marvin when I got Fucking bills to pay
I just Superman that ho
Walk around like I had a cape
Slip that number like a roofie
Told me she can suck the key up out a drain

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Duke Gutta]
Said them hoes follow my lead and I know all of the killers
Four off in the breeze Forty and the desert E, that mixture
My squad goes for the green
Pardon me please
Less than a ten go talk to the team
A little neck work and its off to the cream
Bout a nigga net worth come talk to the king
For the sake of suprises, yes we bringing iron
Riding through that concrete jungle, you ain't seen these lions
Do you see my aliment?get solid, we matter
You mad at us cuz all of our skullies is badder
Where my cheese? I'm just hoping them tokens gone add up
Bitch don't you think for one minute my homies gone flatter you
All these fishes in the sea and we already done had a few
Sit a cold drink up on my piece lap and blow green till we blue

[Hook]