Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're 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 one song after number one song
Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't 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 two
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing 'cause the shit she be doin' ain't shit
Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to Daz
Now, as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good
We flip-flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) bitch and it's like that
This is what you look for in a hoe who got cash flow
You run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on while you're chillin', with your homies and shit
And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this (beyach)
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
To the store, to get me a four-oh
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 I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But I'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a hoe? (Why?)
'Cause a hoe's a trick
I don't love them tricks (why?)
'Cause a trick's a bitch
And my dick's constantly in her mouth
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 motherfucker lickin' the protung
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfuckin' county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail
Hmm, I get's 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 ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some muthafuckin' chin checkin'
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See, my girl's house, Dre, pass the Glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe, yo (bitches ain't shit)
I uncocked my shit, I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, fuck a bitch
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
(Bitches ain't shit)
A-ooh-oh yeah
I don't give a fuck (bitches ain't shit) about a bitch
But I and her know that they can't fade this
'Cause I'm doin' my own thing (bitches ain't shit)
Down with the swang
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing
I say you know can't deal (bitches ain't shit)
'Cause I'm a bitch that's real
Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill
Because I don't give a fuck (bitches ain't shit)
And I don't give a fuck
And I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
And now I gotta do some
I gotta do some shit that's clean (bitches ain't shit)
But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean
Like a washing machine, I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows that I'm on the flo', ho
But they can't hang with my type on swang (bitches ain't shit)
I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones with the tip of the tongue
And then their sprung with the nuts hung
(Bitches ain't shit)