Chorus: KuruptNow this this is one of them occasionswhere the
homies not doin it rightI mean he found him a hoe that he likeBut
you can't make a hoe a housewifeAnd when it all boils down
you gonna find in the enda bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a
man's best friendSo what you found you a hoe that you
likeBut you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife)[Dr. Dre]I
mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clipWorked my money-maker,
she got paper, she bout to trip(Where the fuck is my money?) I
cannot G guiltyYou pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that
be filthyShe on the dillzy, I take advantageAll up in them
panties, I got this bitch speakin SpanishI'm mannish - get
yo' nails out my backSlut I'm bout to nut and get up,
go scrub yo' catLearn the player rules, this is how I play a
dudeMight not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoesDollar
signs are folded, I can't control itTryin to leave her,
beeper just explodedShe sweatin me, won't let me, broad
turned fraudNow she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks
huhMan it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo'
Lexus flexinI left her up in Dallas, Texas -
assed-outChorus[Hittman]Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had
her Wailin like BunnyTellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin
Norstrom sales withabortion moneyI spotted her, seen her with my
nigga when I shot at herNow we got beef, he caught up in the
hoe's eroticaExotic - she's psychotic, rockin his
NauticaSoon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch)Name a
sexual disease, she got it like Sam GoodyYou be like, "Damn how
could she hit me off with chlamydia?"Fool I pity yaWe live in the
city off, ballerswith more bouncin than a Zapp, she will
doo-wah-diddy-yaPrettier to grittier, the wittier can get herto
the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like, RicoThat's when I
caught a Vision like ColecoA high-post hoe, a perfect way for me
to keep doughHuh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and
Pico[Kurupt]At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what
nigga?)I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then
we'll fuck herfriendsI said I dip, dive, what can I
say?Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O.J.Some niggaz bang blood,
some niggaz bang cripAnd bitches ain't shit but hoes and
tricksI had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoesI seen my
hoes in all kinds of clothesLil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoyif
you blew my balls, right through my drawersCome back to the
mansion, chill at the spotFrom the way she was blowin, I know she
does it a lotI have a eight-and-a-half,
nine-and-three-quartersThe hoe started callin when I started boss
ballinGimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh)Gimme some cash,
pass it to DazPass it to Snoop, or pass it to NateHoes eat dick
like eggs and steakThat ain't shit new, I thought you knew
(what?)I knew you would, you wish you couldbreak a G down, break
me downBut I'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P.
styleChorus{*door slams*}[D.O.C.]Lil' 1/2 Dead[1/2
Dead??]Lil' 1/2 Dead the money jumped out to sayol'
Snoop Dogg on the look out boy?[D.O.C.]Yeahhh[some hoe]He gotta
be MORE than 1/2 Deadif he don't fill my motherfuckin drink
up![1/2 Dead??]Or fill your motherfuckin mouth
up[D.O.C.]Ahhhhhh-HAHAhahahahAHAHH[some hoe]I don't think
so!!