[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen, I ain't runnin' for no public office!
So I have to tell the truth! Now look here!
I've been in this neighborhood over thirty-five years!
Seen 'em come and go!
Wrote the song about it!
Like the head here goes!
[Verse 1]
Here's a lil' somethin' that the bitches should know about
Fake mothafuckas be swearin' they got clout
Tellin' lots of lies in order to keeper
Want everyone to know that he sports a fever
Tryna play big man and I can't hack it
[Sport 'em?] phony ass they brought jackets
Sport by mother, but keep it undercover
'Cause they ain't wanna fuck like big time dope brother
A ditty dum, a ditty dum, the ice hole
Want the front wheel 'cause he sells a lil' Yayo
They talk about what he had or what he's gonna get
Lied to the hoes and nigga never had shit
Style is played out, stickin' your paint out
You like blue jeans, so I'll watch it fade out
Huh, what's goin' wrong?
You talkin' on yourself, your lil' shit ain't even turned on
You like the party, harty, harty, harty, harty
But you never told me you are rollin' for somebody
He saw you comin', he pledged like a tweako
Hoe ass nigga, Mr. Bowinko
[Chorus]
Mr. Bowinko (A fake mothafucka!)
Mr. Bowinko (A jealous ass sucka!)
Mr. Bowinko (Frontin' in your boy's bed!)
Mr. Bowinko (Backstabbin' like your best friend!)
Mr. Bowinko (Swang at home!)
Mr. Bowinko (Give your boy back his clothes!)
Mr. Bowinko (We'll soon be fucked up!)
Mr. Bowinko (Bitch, pass me a brew cup!)
[Verse 2]
Coolin' out the park, drinkin' booze with your fellow city
Didn't really know that they were dyin' with jealousy
Fuck behind your back, say that you're sucka
Smile in your face you wanna kill a mothafucka
I got 'em goin' on
I'm packin' and strappin', they wanna be down
But ain't shit happenin', they get high together
Spark up the rumors, bring up your name and then here comes the rumors
Ring a ding ding, now you supposed to be a stick up king
Tell 'em, mothafuckas, your bitch birthed a dingaling
But they're jokin', crazy like Logan
And then you hear "Y-yo man, Dice is smokin'!"
Then I pulled ya with my hands on the trigga
Like "why you spittin' dirt?" "Yo Dice, you my nigga!"
A rap brother supposed to be down with me
But now he talkin' shit 'cause I'm better than him
So ain't no cause for puttin' head to bed
He'll be dead, yo, but the rumors are still spread
So over your game, thought I'd sprinkle
A jealous motherfucker, Mr. Bowinko
[Chorus]
Mr. Bowinko (A fake mothafucka!)
Mr. Bowinko (A jealous ass sucka!)
Mr. Bowinko (Frontin' in your boy's bed!)
Mr. Bowinko (Backstabbin' like your best friend!)
Mr. Bowinko (Swang at home!)
Mr. Bowinko (Give your boy back his clothes!)
Mr. Bowinko (We'll soon be fucked up!)
Mr. Bowinko (Bitch, pass me a brew cup!)
[Verse 3]
The shit is kinda funny, but the bullshit boss me
When niggas tell bitches, they're lookin' for me
D-I-C-E, they tryna hold me
Say I'm a punk nigga and they don't even know me
They riffin' and raffin', [I break up for some halfin'?]
They be on my dick and they be wantin' all the [graffin'?]
Bucks, the story is switch
They say they wanna be a nigga though and took my bitch
Huh, well, I'm flowin' with a breeze
A nigga told a bitch he went to jail for sellin' keys
Out the next week, fuck that, so kick it
The nigga went to jail for some mothafuckin' tickets
Now, did you, or did you, or did you ever want to?
A nigga flows his beepa, but he won't give you a numba
Yo, it ain't turned on, fuck it, what the hell?
The nigga's just faker then a pressed on lead nail
Bowinko, Bowinko's a hoe and Dice is here to let you know, nigga, please!
You sell a rocker, yeah, so how the fuck you gonna flip keys?
So who you tryna be like?
Yeah, some bitch I see you peddling the dirtbike
Around the way, goin' down finko
I bust out your ass 'cause I hate a Bowinko
[Chorus]
Mr. Bowinko (A fake mothafucka!)
Mr. Bowinko (A jealous ass sucka!)
Mr. Bowinko (Frontin' in your boy's bed!)
Mr. Bowinko (Backstabbin' like your best friend!)
Mr. Bowinko (Swang at home!)
Mr. Bowinko (Give your boy back his clothes!)
Mr. Bowinko (We'll soon be fucked up!)
Mr. Bowinko (Bitch, pass me a brew cup!)
