| Yeah. |
| niggas wanna take care of these hoes
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| Niggas wanna control these hoes
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| You can’t control these bitches
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| These is independent bitches these years
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| You can’t understand the 2000 in here?
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| Motherfuckers wanna put they mack down
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| Wanna put they soder down
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| Let a bitch do what she wanna do If she chose to ride wit a G Then let her ride wit a G The bitch don’t wanna sit back and be a housewife all the time
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| Let the ho be what she wanna be A real slut, and let the ho get on and make her money
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| You understand? |
| I got a homey sittin’by me Understand this nigga don’t understand because he’s a young nigga
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| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| I’m been in the game since '85
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| And I know a ho don’t do nothin', wanna play a nigga like 9 to 5, alright
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| YIKES, Shabba dabble do (*light barking noise*) I can dig it baby, you know
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| Because these hoes, they can’t be controlled
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| You gotta find 'em, spot 'em, send 'em, get em, got 'em, you know
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| (Snoop Dogg)
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| It wasn’t (uh uh) your fault (it wasn’t your fault)
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| You was only tryin’to be nice (tryin'be nice)
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| Only tryin to be nice, ohh (can't be nice to these hoes)
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| You know you can’t control these hoes (no, no, no)
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| You know you can’t control these hoes (can't control these hoes)
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| You know you can’t control these hoes
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| What she do, she jumped out of her sleep and left the pad at a quarter to two
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| That’s on you, you shoulda put your foot in her ass, like a pimp’s supposed to do But instead of goin''upside da head'
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| You bought her a 5 karat wit your bread
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| And then she went and gave her homeboy Ted some head
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| I ain't tellin'on her, I'm just sayin', what you do When your bitch out of bounds and you don't know what to do What we do, we check 'em from the gate, to keep a bitch |
| straight
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| It’s on you, see you can take her out and buy her all types of things
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| You’s a fool, cause when she leave you, for what he do You’ll see fool
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| Me and you, that’s what you thought 'til your ass got caught
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| Shame on you, and now I understand why my momma used to tell me that
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| Ain’t that true, you can’t make a queen out a motherfuckin’hoodrat
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| Game on you, cause now you back at your momma house
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| And you sleepin’on tha copeasack
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| What’s she do, I gave her the keys to my '74 Cadillac
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| Say it ain’t true, she let a nigga drive it, ask tha homie Battlecat
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| Whatchu do, put my foot in her ass and mashed tha gas
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| You know me, and ever since that day my nigga, I’ve been P I M P Thats your boo, but she know every nigga in the Roc-A-Fella Crew
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| That’s on you, baby blow too much, I mean she know too much
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| That’s my boo, it’s all about who she did and where she been
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| I love you, you shouldn’t a told her that, you should a smacked her flat
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| Shame on you (shame on you), your so in love you fittin’to get a tattoo
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| That ain’t cool (that ain’t cool), love is blind and no friend of mine
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| If I was you, I’d a packed her bags and bust anotha bitch thats bad
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| Game got rules, if you lose a ho, you gotta gain a ho |