Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks...
Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Gets the fuck out after youre done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin on the muthafuckin Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my muthafuckin pockets was fat
I didnt give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin with a white bitch doin the shit she do
Suckin on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the few ends she got didnt mean nothin
Now shes suing cuz the shit she be doin aint shit
Bitch cant hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now shes takin me to court
Its real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to Daz
Now as im rollin with my nigga Dre and Eastwood
Fuckin hoes, clockin dough up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(Snoop: But we dont love them hoes) Bitch, and its like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While youre chillin, with your homies and shit
And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this
BEEEYYAAACHHH!
(Chorus)
...To the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the street to long beach
Just so i could meet, a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And Im here, now Im ready to be done up
Nothin but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But im from the pound and we dont love them hoes
How could you trust a hoe?
Cuz a hoes a trick
We dont love them tricks
Cuz a tricks a bitch
And my dicks constantly in her mouth
And turnin them trick ass hoes the fuck out
Now...
I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a muthafucka lickin the protung
The homies used to tell me that she wasnt no good
But Im the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldnt trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
Im back to the muthafuckin county jail
6 months on my chest, now its time to bail
I gets released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin while you was draped in your county blues
I aint been out a second
And already gotta do some muthafuckin chin checkin
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girls house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do, I look on the flo
Its my little cousin Daz and hes fuckin my hoe, yo
(Bitches aint shit)
I uncocked my shit...Im heart-broke but Im still loced
Man, fuck a bitch!
(Dr. Dre in background "Bitches aint shit")
I dont give a fuck about a bitch
But i and her know that they cant fade this
Cause im doin my own thingdown with the swang
Im hangin with Death Row like it aint no thing
I say you know cant deal
Cuz Im a btich thats real
Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill
Because I dont give a fuck
And I dont give a fuck
And now I gotta do some...
And now I gotta do some shit thats clean
But when Im on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That im on the flo ho
But they cant hang with my type on swang
I aint tryin to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
Witht he tip of the tongue
And then their sprung
With the nuts hung
Bitches aint shit
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