Lyrics

[Intro] Ho check, ho check Ho check, ho check Fuck nigga check, fuck nigga check Bitches, line ya ass up Fuck nigga check Ho check, ho check Fuck nigga check Bitches, line ya ass up [Chorus] Mr. Bigg's in the mothafuckin' show talkin' 'bout these (Hoes) Let me hear you say (Hoes) Let me talk about them (Hoes) Let me hear you say (Ho) Let me talk about them (Hoes) Let me hear you say (Hoes) Let me talk about them (Hoes) Let mе hear you say (Ho) [Verse 1] I'm out on parole and I'm sittin' on swole Thе Cadillac outside with the Mac Lee's and Vogues Put the jag in the shop and got the brains blowed out I keep my brim to the right with a grill in my mouth Got some hoes in the backyard they barbecuing them steaks I'm sippin' on that Alize, I'm smokin' on that bale of hay Sittin' by the pool with my Ray Bans on Talkin' shit to my mama on my cellular phone Askin' me when I'm comin' back to Cali' to see her 'Cause she know when I come, I bring that fire ass reefer Got the gold 'cause them hoes got they shoes on my rug M.O.B. And P.C.P. tearin' up them folks club Holla at cha later tell my sister I miss her Tell my niece I'm comin' to see her; I'll be in Cali' for Christmas If I'm dirty I'm gon' drive, but I want you to know Mr. Bigg's in the mothafuckin' show talkin' 'bout these hoes [Chorus] Let me hear you say (Hoes) Let me talk about them (Hoes) Let me hear you say (Ho) Let me talk about them (Hoes) Let me hear you say (Hoes) Let me talk about them (Hoes) Let me hear you say (Ho) [Verse 2] Shit Why do these bustas fall so weak For these waffle house hoes and these cheap ass freaks? Niggas buyin' bitches clothes Dippin' 'em down in diamonds and gold Y'all takin' this shit to far Tryna make these bitches stars They drivin' 'round in yo' jag while you out there sellin' birds When you go to the feds she gon' kick you to the curb That's fucked up what I done heard from yo' lil' cousin Mick You done bought her all this shit, she ain't even suck yo' dick Y'all plastic ass niggas got this game ass backwards The shit done got out of hand, you the ho and she the man Got ya house, got ya cars, got ya boat, and ya plane Every gotdamn thang in that gotdamn bitch name Slow down man, I see the dogs and them helicopters The fed's around the corner in a van with David Banner You jumped off in da game and I want you to know Mr. Bigg's in the mothafuckin' show talkin' 'bout these hoes [Chorus] Let me hear you say (Hoes) Let me talk about them (Hoes) Let me hear you say (Ho) Let me talk about them (Hoes) Let me hear you say (Hoes) Let me talk about them (Hoes) Let me hear you say (Ho) [Verse 3] I met this bitch by the strip on a hot night All up on my dick 'cause my name be in the spotlight She had this lil' tattoo on her titty Already knew my name 'cause I be ballin' down here in the Polk City The bitch had some golds in her mouth Talkin real fly with some fake ass green eyes Ass sittin' on swole in them Guess jeans Talk kinda funny and said she was from New Orleans Said she want me to be my main Said she had a spot where I can sell a bunch of cane I don't trust no hoes unless we got the same blood I don't play no games with them bitches in the club Bitches like to try all type of shit Be a trick, suck a dick and move to the next lick Now, bitch, how the fuck you don't know? Mr. Bigg's in the mothafuckin' show talkin' 'bout these hoes [Chorus] Let me hear you say (Hoes) Let me talk about them (Hoes) Let me hear you say (Ho) Let me talk about them (Hoes) Let me hear you say (Hoes) Let me talk about them (Hoes) Let me hear you say (Ho) Let me hear you say (Hoes) Let me talk about them (Hoes) Let me hear you say (Ho) Let me hear you say (Ho) Let me talk about them (Hoes) Let me hear you say (Hoes) Let me talk about them (Hoes) Let me hear you say (Ho)