Lyrics

[Intro: Phish & crowd] All these niggas and all these hoes in here,  Somebody here gon' fuck! All these niggas and all these hoes in here,  Somebody here gon' fuck! All these niggas and all these hoes in here,  Somebody here gon' fuck! All these niggas and all these hoes in here,  Somebody here gon' fuck! [Verse 1: Hittman] Talking that, walking that, spittin' at hoes Smoking this, drinking that, gettin' at hoes Fuck this, I'm hitting that, I'm hitting 'em both Have one riding dick, one licking my toes When I'm loving these hoes there ain't no love involved No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bare britches Rare bitches, like them hoes in them Black Tail pictures Bitch, jumped off my dick ("Is that Dre over there?") [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Yeah, I just took some ecstasy Ain't no telling what the side effects could be All these fine bitches equal sex to me Plus I got this bad bitch laying next to me No doubt, sat back on the couch Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth Pulled out, nutted on a towel, and passed out [Chorus: Kurupt & Traci Nelson] Come on, let's get high (High) Let's get high (High) Come on, let's get high (High) Let's get high, all my ladies Let's get high (High) High (High) Let's get high (High) Come on, let's get high [Verse 3: Kurupt] I make the '4 hop Pull up at the spot Weed by the barrels, in my G'd up apparel Stomping in the party Kurupt Young Gotti I'm fucking something in this bitch Hit 'em with some gangsta shit Put something in your mouth, bitch – real tasty I'm looking real saucy in my gangsta-ass Stacys Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an' Got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncing Bouncing [Interlude: Mel-Man & Scruncho] Yo, whattup, Scruncho? Mel-Man – what's cracking? Wassup wit' all these ol' punk ass hoes in here? [Verse 4: Ms. Roq] Nigga, what? I'm a hustling bitch, I like them get-rich niggas Them hit-the-switch niggas Niggas 'bout the sex, and which bitch to hit next While I'm kicking my game and collecting them checks Got all y'all niggas vexed to fuck this triple-X rated ho You say you ain't eat it, you ate it though And uh, Roq don't stop, can't be dropping no drawers To the niggas, how you figure? Got you shitting in yours Yeah, little dicks always running they mouth While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin about Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt Trying to live lavi', marry a big dick and stay cavi' Holla back at them niggas that hollered at me Pop the Cris' – whip the 6 and shit And have all y'all niggas limp when I twist my shit [Outro: Ms. Roq] Yeah, bitch ass niggas