(I whoop you when I wanna
Kick your a** too
I do all these things cause I think I love you)
(Love you) (Love you) (Love you) --] Robin Harris
[ Big Mike ]
Yo, I can't wait to see my girl
When I was locked up she was actin a fool in that free world
Wouldn't accept my collect calls
She had another motherf**er in her drawers breakin her p**y walls
Thought I could trust her with my cheese
But the b**h seen a mink coat on sale and said, "n***a please"
So now I'm out to get her
After I box on her a** till she drops I'ma quit her
I might even f** her
But I be damned if I f** up again and trusted the motherf**er
So now I'm havin visions of a wrestling match
I'm on the right, she's on the left, the b**h is gettin snatched
Across the ring I headbu*t the hoe fast
Pick her up and surplex the b**h a**
Slammed her to the floor like a stamp
Applied the figure fo' on the tramp
Damn, what a vision, G
To get my foot out of her a** she's gonna need surgery
Knock-knock, knock on her door, she's here at last
She better have some good insurance cause I'ma whip her a**
(Kick the b**h down the f**in block)
[ Lord 3-2 ]
I called my girl's house the other day
Some n***a answered the phone, said his name was Ray
Shot Ray some play
So his hoe a** wouldn't know I was on my way
Got to the house, knocked on the do'
Ray opened the do', I dropped his a** to the flo'
My gal started screamin
( ? ) out of the b**h, I was just fiendin
( ? ) foot caught the b**h in her face
Then I grabbed the hoe by her motherf**in waist
Slammed her to the flo' and sh**
Then started beatin the b**h with a solid wood clobber stick
And threw her a** out the window
She went through the windshield of a f**ed up Pinto
But that ain't stopped me, bro
I got her off the Pinto and beat her a** some mo'
Not worried a bit or the least
Goddamn, here come the motherf**in police
They put me in cuffs, took me to jail
Threw my a** in a cell and said, "Motherf** a bail"
They're settin up all my papers for prison
For b**h in a hospital with bad condition
That sh** she did to me couldn't pa**
I ain't wanna hear sh**, I had to whoop her a**
(Kick the b**h down the f**in block)
[ Choice ]
Now wait a minute, it's time for Choice to get in it
And whippin own females' a**es, I ain't with it
I'm not sayin all girls are shinin stars
But you Ex-Cons are takin sh** too far
Instead of whippin on that a** you should caress it
Love it, hug, it, f** it, and bless it
Instead of misusin it, doggin it out and plain old abusin it
Cause we can run game just like y'all
The difference is we want money and you want drawers
So baby, chill and understand
Even though we run game we're still down to please a man
But if you're still actin pushy
I'ma tell my girls to pull a nun and put a lock on that p**y
(Get the f** away from me)
(b**h, just get the f** away from me)
(You f**)
[ Big Mike ]
So now you know what's up
On these funky little b**hes in the street that don't give a f**
About n***as like us
So next time they wanna go out, make the b**hes ride the bus
Dog 'em like it go
And if you have to, treat 'em like a hoe
And if they actin like they all that
Beat them b**hes down like Tyson on the comeback
f** 'em but don't trust 'em, goddamn 'em
Pick the skeezers up over your head and bodyslam 'em
Cause a hoe'll be a hoe, a b**h'll be a b**h
A freak'll be a freak and a trick'll be a trick
So take some advice from the teacher of the cla**
Don't hesitate for a second to whoop a b**h's a**
Yep yep
(Kick the b**h down the f**in block)