Cypress Hill - Stank Ass Hoe Lyrics
[sen dog]Ha ha ha ha ha ha haOnce again, ha ha haWe back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha[b-real]Now all these new nigas tryin to bust gripsKeep tryin, Im shittin all over yo tapesAnd yo cds, you see theseNiggas wit the weed leaves, you need theseHill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sickaThe rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittorI got double platinum records on the wallWhile you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stallCats wanna try me, you must be highCause you havin *****in +illusions+, no lie, what you usin?Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin itAny little title you got, Im takin itYou cant have it, you didnt earn itSpit on yo name, shit on it, and burn itSuckas wanna floss and play the big bossWhat movie you livin in and how much did it cost?What role are you playin? Im only sayinYoure the record gettin played and Im djinPlayin you, playin you, and playin youDecayin you, Im tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)Chorus: b-real (sen dog)Youre a weak ass hoePunk slow yo roleYoure nothin but a cloneWith nothin to showYoure a weak ass hoeNeed a style of your ownYoure a weak ass hoeYoure a weak ass hoe (punk ass nigga)Leave me alone (carbon copyin mutha*****a)Punk nigga wit no flow (you aint shit)Youre a weak ass hoe (***** your little record, punk)Youre a weak ass hoe (eat a dick)[b-real]Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fineShakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behindPlease dont mind me, youll find meRollin the pine trees, women askin to sign theseWell ok, but youre gonna get me in troubleNice ones, I gotta be out on the doubleIll be in that corner table wit my homiesGettin stoney tryin to avoid the phoniesHuh, what you askin? do I got plasticTo buy you and yo friends drinks? do I have assets?Do I got a big home? do I live alone?Can I use yo cell phone? , feelin my boneShe wanna ride me, she wanna tie meAround her tiny little finger and ride me blindlyI dont think so, you stink, hoeThe chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoePlease back up, I know you look goodBut that aint enough to get half of my stuff, *****(ah ha ha, thats right, youre a stank hoe!)Chorus: b-real (sen dog)Youre a stank ass hoeTryin to get doughLeave me aloneCause you cant rollYoure a stank ass hoeNut ridin proYoure a stank ass hoeA stank ass hoeLeave me alone (broke ass hoodrat)You cant roll (you cant roll)Youre a stank ass hoeA stank ass hoe (stank ass hoe)Youre a stank ass hoe (dick suckin tramp)(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)(bring it back homie, come on, huh)[b-real]Here goes another example to begin itWith a twist (yeah) like ***** Im in itWhen I look at me, I look and seeHow long it took for you to throw the book at meDamn that shit hurts, but I put in workThese niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurkAnd smirk when you fall down, but I calm downAnd put the anti-bacterial assault downKill germs that wanna test, they want the bestComparin you to me is like a nigga to the cessNever settle for stress, or wack rappersIm rockin the outta the west and rockin the east (? )Chorus: b-real (sen dog)(punk ass nigga)Youre a ***** ass hoeKnockin on my doorLeave me aloneCause you got no soulYoure a ***** ass hoe (trick ass hoe)Need to find a place to goYoure a ***** ass hoe (punk ass niggas)Youre a ***** ass hoeDont touch the microphoneYoure a ***** ass hoe (eat a mutha*****in dick)Youre a ***** ass hoeLeave me aloneGot no place to goYoure a ***** ass hoe (trick ass hoe)*humming*
