Neighborhood Hoe Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Hook: DJ Paul] Bitches try to run game but Triple Six ain't goin G And that's what you be fuckin' wit my dawg [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] All these nasty, trampy, slutty, sleezy, triflin', dirty wenches Some of you heifers should oughta get yo fuckin head beat in with some tree branches And some ambulances getting sent to the trauma center Some hoes they just open they legs up and don't give a fuck who the hell wish to enter Bitches cannot understand why the Triple Six dog 'em and do 'em low down Scandalous funky cock-skeezers they snatch off they clothes and they pass it around Saditty materialistic stank bitches, they keepin' they nose in the air Cracker-crumb ass bitch don't think you too good for a player Hoe yo ass ain't worth them cheap drawers tied around yo ass Bitch you best pay attention you might not graduate class Let's have a discussion about all these bitches, they love to be spreading these rumors And who is all lyin' and sayin' they down with the click, stupid bitch don't get hit with this Ruger Hoe you better play like Heinz and catch up witchyo fucking kind Cuz Scarecrow is the nigga with a stomp-a-broad type mind Pimps do it cuz they use to it, wimps ain't cuz they can't A pimp gon' do what he wanna and a hoe gon' stand his corner Bitch [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Steppin' up out the house, fresh black Jordans on my feet Afro stayin' picked out, with cologne I'm kinda neat Straight from Dillard's, hoes love it so I guess I'll hit one up 789-92 what's the rest? I'm still fucked up Takin' that shower, wearin' off some but I got some more fire than I thought Smokin' by my lonesome, chiefin' to the maximum, a head bounce I have caught Finally I gets to stuck on the hoe last two digits Now I'm hookin' up with a hoe thats shorter than a midget But I don't care, cause my job is just to G to the double E To the T, to the E-R street, freak and get my dick sucked Cause that's all really on my mind I can't enjoy fuckin' cause the hoe ain't even kinda fine I took care my business now I'm laid back at the crib Still smokin' dope, warmin' up a plate of spaghetti and ribs Straight the rest of the night, for three days just hit the pass dope Aw shit, I'm burnt, kill that bitch, fuck a neighborhood hoe