*featuring Master P, C-Murder
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[Master P]
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Yo, uh Silkk, we gonna dedicate this one to all the hoes out there
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I aint calling every woman a hoe, but, uh, if the shoe fits wear it
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Cause uh
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[Chorus: repeat 3X]
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Tell me what you think after you talk to one of these stupid hoes
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Tell me how you feel after you fuck one of these stupid hoes
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[Master P]
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Uhhhhhhhh!
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Do you feel the same, some hoes want your change
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Hoes been chasing niggas, rolling on thier thangs
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They look for dope dealers, ballers and hustlers
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See real bitches hate busters
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Some bitches'll let you fuck em till they bleed
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Uh, but rats like cheese
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You see, pussy stretch em out
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You go raw, and hoes make childs
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And then the game, it aint no thing
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But it's a shame cause a hoe in it for one thing
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They after big timers with big papers, Biz Markie make vapors
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But see these hoes will hate you if they know that they can't break you
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Some of these hoes need to shut thier fucking mouth
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Wishing for a new car and don't have a house
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[Chorus]
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[C-Murder]
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Don't play no games trick, keep my name about your mouth
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You say you hate me, but at the show you damn near passed out
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Wanting me to pay your rent but not your relatives
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You mad at me, your baby daddy don't claim your kids
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You wanna baller to fall for you
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But after a nigga fuck you, he don't even call you
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Dollar signs in your eyes hoe
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Claiming you a virgin, but on tape you fuckin big Mo
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You rippin round town, you say you fucked a TRU nigga
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I ask P and Silkk, they say they couldn't remember
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You or your name, you stupid hoe
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So get your kids, get your drawers, and hit the door
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Hoe, I aint got time for these bitches
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Stupid biatch
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Uhhhhhh
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[Chorus]
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[Silkk The Shocker]
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Now would I see if I fucked these hoes man cause P calls them a trip
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Lookin at me like a big old dollar sign figure them hoes can get rich
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Now everybody worrying and shit, looking all stupid and shit
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Niggas be acting soft
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When I met her she was cool as fuck
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all of a sudden everybody got a fucking problem
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Now, why you worrying about what kind of car that I got
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Conversating with those tricks, you talking shit,
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been looking at my rings and my watch
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Now after you hit it, look this trick, who you giving the cold shoulder
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And after you get your nut, then you be like mad as fuck
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Look at her be like man, it's more over
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So you be sad when she there, and you be glad when she left
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And you be mad when she around so you pack your bags and stuff
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These hoes like a diamond
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and be wearing things for free, but I'm a put them in they place
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Man them hoes be cool at first,
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then turn fucking crazy like a guest on Ricky Lake
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I'll play the game for what it's worth nigga, lil G done keeping composure
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I'm a soldier, when I go on a date I'm a bring guns, fuck bring roses
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These hoes a trip
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[Chorus]
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[Master P]
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Ha ha, yeah
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What these hoes don't realize
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They don't realize that uh,
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if we was to give a bitch something, even if it was a few G's
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It really ain't nothing
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It aint nothing but pocket change to us nigga
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Can't break the bank baby
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And uh, treat these hoes like fiends
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Give them just enough, so they'll come back
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Bitch, I don't need you, you need me
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Stupid hoe
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Tell Me
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Silkk The Shocker |