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!!