Black C - Powda 4 the Hoes lyrics

[Verse 1] Check this out heffa I'm a ghetto star 69 Cutty is my favorite car Chewy gets rolled then here come the hoes In the G-string panties and the s**y clothes Snow white powda jets across the dash It's all about dope man plenty of cash Every f**ing day man an ounce to smoke Game from the brain keep the b**hes broke Money dope and p**y it's the code that don't stop No time for the playa haters hoes come jock and I'm over Spittin like I'm clean and sober Indo got me feeling good hoes want cola It's like that man it's just like this These heffas can't have me so these hoes be pissed All day everyday hittin them corners All day everyday chewy aroma When you gets out all night f**ing with a fat rat You rubber band g's coming brickhouse stacks Check this out partna can you smell the skunk Or the foul rat scent from the honey blunt Do the things I do to make the hoes wonder But I'm dock in the cuts and I'm over on the under [Chorus: Black C] Chewy for my n***as, powder for the hoes When the panties come down b**h, anything goes (x3) [Verse 2] Mo powda Mo powda Mo dank Mo dank Mo hoes Mo hoes Mo bank Mo bank Chewy boy do me I still got women From Frisco to Florida hoes ain't sh** I eat potatoes over stuffing, give these heffas nothin' Call down on the phone if you think I'm bluffin' I like money and p**y, you like p**y and money It's a difference motherf**er, ain't a damn thing funny And 30 dollar sacks make s**y hoes moist Mary Jane and Pam is a cherry's main choice Cause these heffas, they like smoking budda by The Bay Well stop talking b**h and fire up that J You's a hoe, c**aine came from The 'Moe Motherf**ers try to get as high as they can go Honey blunt, stop, new drop top Seat belt, look straight, here come the cops They gone, motherf**in' chewy's back on I stopped the Cutty chrome, see hoes on the phone Carmel and bu*terscotch, they both got a** And I'm thinking to myself, 'should I waste my gas?' So I lit another foul one, turned up the volume Check the profile and the rear, quite handsome Baby whats your name? "Was that her or me?" It really don't matter cause I'm thinking about a three- Some for the party, some for the road Chewy for my n***as and powda for the hoes Chorus (x5) [Verse 3] I'm over on the under at E and J Eating hash browns and grits served just my way Cause the munchies in the stomach from the indo clouds And these heffers get wet when the 15's pound Like 'Ooh rap daddy, sugar brown pappy Get with me and you will see that I can make you happy' but hoe I got Mary Jane and Pam What the f** you think? Do you know who I am? A n***a that will run your mother f**ing mouth Without saying one word hoe, check my clout An ounce of that doja, an eighth to the face Back up hoes cause a n***a needs space I'm a con, the dank weed got to be right With a mind like Don King to make punk hoes fight It seems like you ready for the grindin' and bumpin' And this chewy got me fine and I'm thinking about f**in' And going to sleep, and waking up to eat And then I'm back in the Cut with this Zapco beat The phat rat cat rat n***a why you do that I'm over on the under but you s**y hoes knew that Chorus (x4)