Ben Folds - b**hes Ain't sh** lyrics

b**hes ain't sh** b**hes ain't sh** [Chorus] b**hes ain't sh** but hoes and tricks Lick on deez nutz and s** the dick lets get the f** out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run I used to know a b**h named Eric Wright We used to roll around and f** the hoes at night Tight than a motherf**er with the gangster beats And we was ballin' on the motherf**in' Compton streets Peep, that sh** got deep and it was on Number 1 song after number 1 song Long as my motherf**in' pockets was fat I didn't give a f** where the b**h was at But she was hangin' with a white b**h doin' the sh** she do s**in' on his dick just to get a buck or 2 And the ends she got didn't mean nothin' Now she's suing cause the sh** she be doin' ain't sh** b**hes can't hang with the streets, she found herself short So now she's takin' me to court It's real conversation for your a** I once had a b**h named Mandy May Used to be up in them guts like everyday The p**y was the bomb, had a n***a on sprung I was in love like a motherf**er lickin' the pro-tung The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood So I figure n***as wouldn't trip with mine Guess what? Got gaffled by one time I'm back to the motherf**in' county jail 6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail I get's released on a hot sunny day My n***a D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues I ain't been out a second And already gotta do some motherf**in' chin checkin' Move up the block as we groove down the block See my girl's house, Dre, pa** the glock Kick in the do', I look on the flo' It's my little cousin Daz and he's f**in' my hoe, yo I un-co*ked my sh**,I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed Man, f** that b**h! [Chorus] b**hes can't hang with the streets, she found herself short So now she's takin' me to court It's real conversation for your a** [Repeat: x4] b**hes can't hang with the streets