Hoe Don’t Violate (Ghetto)

Lyrics

[Intro: Koopsta Knicca] Yo, The Koopsta Knicca Undaground Muzic Volume One Comin' at yo ass [Hook: 8Ball & MJG] x2 Ho, don't violate, bitch, you know I taught you better See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak [Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca] Mane, Koop's just tryin' to have some Hoes gon' get they head bump Never tryin' to get nails done Fuckin' like they broke or some Mane, these hoes ain't innocent, breakin' in my residence See you later, you's a hater, never will I miss you, bitch Man, I'm tryin' to set it straight, why you hoes be player hate? Baby buy you, there's no way, we didn't even fucked that day Hey, remember, ask your sister, she can tell you all the shit You was trippin', she was slippin', she suck dick, that's evidence Always Koopsta's in the mood, sit back, pop an 'X or two Look at you, you do too, I can see the freak in you Then you ask me why so right, ho Why I commence to fight, ho? 'Cause bitch, you disrespect me, ho No trip to cock 'em up, hoes get chopped up right quick 'Cause Koopsta never love you, bitch I'll drop a match, just witness this See I been lightin' it [Sample & Scratches] You low life No business (?) [Hook: 8Ball & MJG] x2 Ho, don't violate, bitch, you know I taught you better See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak [Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca] Mane, the Koop back up in this, weak ass rapper, that's no test You make money, give her checks, I will mistreat that trick Strictly pimpin', like supposed, keep that white shit up her nose Fucked, then ho, just let her go Then paid bills, kizzicked doors, ho, you know I ain't havin' it Let me see you jiggle it Sidewalk pimpin', bring that cash Ho, where all that dough you spend? Shit you gon' get peter-rolled, fuckin' get yo nizzeck broke Will I kill you? I don't know, fuckin' up my pot of gold Beat her 'til she cataracts, plank some shit across her back Sell your soul up on a track, don't come back to have my cash Make it fast, in a dash, don't make me drop things on you Damn, fool, The Koopsta Knicca blast, if I have to Dickie Denim black shirt, a stock 'n cap, I'm ready to go to work TEC-9, chrome tone, pointed to your fuckin' dome Sawed-off gauge up your face, gone on a rampage Get me money, get me paid, I may let you live today [Hook: 8Ball & MJG] x4 Ho, don't violate, bitch, you know I taught you better See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak [Skit from "The Dozens"] [Hook: 8Ball & MJG] x3 Ho, don't violate, bitch, you know I taught you better See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak