Hoez Love It

Lyrics

[Intro: Richard Pryor] I don't mess around. I had about four womens in my life. That's right, 'cause they drain ya. They do; they fuck all the time. That's right; if you fuck one of 'em good, you in trouble. 'Cause she gon' tell her friend, she gon' want some. That's right; and you fuck her, she gon' tell somebody. And the next thing you know, you got to fuck eight or nine times [Verse 1: Mac Dre] Now how much money can one black man make When his game be great and seasoned like a tasty steak No limit, I'm in it to hold loot Collectin' scrill like that Golden Gate toll booth Old schoolin' like La-Di-Da-Di Stickin' long donk in every hole in a bitch body She lick pipe, but never would I taste walls Catching more hoes than Mike Piazza catch balls Mac Dre, I keep hoes droolin' Ragooey, still old schoolin' '71 glass house with that white interior Blowin' big bomb, drinkin', rhyme superior 151 ways I get dumb For every ten times she cum I bust one I got stamina, I fuck 'til the rooster crow Put them legs up and let me goose ya, ho [Chorus] Hoes ... love it Hoes ... love it Hoes ... love it Hoes ... love it [Verse 2: Spice 1] Bossalini, it's the motherfuckin' thug in me I got a gangsta bitch pushing all my drugs for me Fuck 'em then get in my Benz, rob their old boyfriend Nigga gotta stay strapped with Desert Eagles, .44s, Mac-10s (Blaow!) Show her how to pull the trigger Talking to this thick ass bitch like she my potna, my only nigga Another way to get the lucci Is to hide these ki's up in your motherfuckin' coochie Extra Large in the heezay, with Mac Dreezay Put the mack player shit down up in the Teezay Bitch come and go on this lick with me Born Killers like Mickey and Mallory You in love with a fugitive Bounty hunters on my dick, no clues to give Got a motherfucker dodgin' the pigs but I'ma stay at your crib So we can fuck on the table and barbecue us some ribs [Chorus] Hoes ... love it Hoes ... love it Hoes ... love it Hoes ... love it [Verse 3: Mac Dre] You never met a nigga like me The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G Colder than 40s fresh out the freezer Doper than a motherfuckin' quarter-piece'a I got game that make hoes go get it Funkier than two fat hoes that just shitted On the same toilet, don't spoil it, it's all gracious Keep hoes tied up like shoelaces Mac Dre, boy, that playboy that hoes love If your hutch act dumb, I'm gon' shove You can run up if you really wanna see Dre But I don't give a F-U-C-K I take wives, lives, whenever it get funky Ask your baby mama, nigga, I got donkey Gon' be in the Caddy when I'm in that babby She asking, "Mac Dre, would you be my daddy?" [Chorus] Hoes ... love it Hoes ... love it Hoes ... love it Hoes ... love it