Bun B - Some Hoes lyrics

[Hook: Bun B] I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) You fakin on the TV and frontin at your shows (ows) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) You n***as is some hoes (hoes), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) [Verse 1: Bun B] Wake up in the mornin, I turn on the TV What do I see? Some p**y a** n***as starin at me They got some big a** chains on with big a** rocks A couple n***as standin behind em throwin up blocks They claimin they whip pots, got the streets on lock And they don't take no disrespect and keep their heats on co*k And if they punch you in your face then some teeth gon drop Man I don't know where the f** y'all thinkin that we from at But you n***as is keystone cops, laurel and hearted Little rascals tryna be big, just gon f** up the party Thinkin that cause you drink a couple of fortys and twist phillys (phillys) That y'all is bout to take over the game, b**h really? (b**h really?) You goin broke tryna slang that crack And you only gon fight a n***a that ain't gon fight back And that's wack, they don't get you no damn props You n***as is sheeps in wolves clothing and I eat lamb chops, c'mon [Hook: Bun B] I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) You fakin on the TV and frontin at your shows (ows) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) You n***as is some hoes (hoes), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) [Verse 2: Bulletproof] {What it do? Teflon!} Say Bun what's wrong wit em? They must be full of that when they hit it A s**er wit the semi, bet he run right when he hear me His n***as masqueradin, faker than silicone A bad apple in the bunch, now we figure your city foldin Homie, I'm from street po, I know how to dish a clip at you Wouldn't you? Break wit em, a webster's permission slip Pimp said it best, these n***as transcript writers Pathological liars, sad s**ers, dick biters It's Teflon b*atch, knock you out them Reeboks A c**aine key, but he only flipped three blocks Blow your brain all over the ceiling like sheet rock I bet he get to ya, take a fader to a T top We hot, Rap-A-Lot and Maab, don't get shot hoe Cappin at your show, don't even know what you got shot fo And next show, you hoe a** n***as squarin some rocks Get some money, move out the hood but don't take care of your block? [Hook: Bun B] I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) [Verse 3: Chino XL] These n***as is hoes on King's life, Chino is livin it Jesus Christ is sewing me for copy write infringement Ignorant bully belligerent, tearin out ya ligaments So I deserve a certificate for thinkin up this k**er sh** Arrogant, I'm like a Pharaoh standin on a pyramid UGK tat on my heart, hopin Bun's enemies hearin this Y'all ain't sellin nothin right (serious) The only bricks y'all ever seen was your record sales and when you pa** a construction site These rhymes that I write, if you could bring em to life They could go in a cage and fight and knock out Kimble Slice I live by the gun, die by the gun Just to get closer to heaven with Pimp C and Big Pun This is Latin history in the making for trill title takings Like taking the love of Bob Marley from a Jamaican Y'all faking but for Bun B we will ride until our heart stops The success make me smile like TV Tego and Bankrock I catch you popping champagne, chop it to your brain Just for thinking outside of the Bun like Taco Bell's campaign [Hook: Bun B] I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) [Verse 4: k**er Mike] Think you get it with k**er then s**er have a dick I'ma take your funky breath like an asthmatic Damn tragic how I got your momma shot before her damn casket I ain't talkin head bussin, I'm just talking rap battlin See that was a metaphor, but just in case you really want it What you think the metal for? I hope you p**y n***as get the point I don't care who point it out when my laser on a point Rest in peace to Pimp C cause that n***a had a point Point 1, rappers act gay and dress like it too Point 2, n***as greedy and they never feed their crew Point 3, n***as cower to these crackers like some hoes But always talkin bout what they-a do after their shows Point 4, just some sh** I gotta get offa my chest I ain't scared to battle him but he say that he the best Got a question for my trill a** Gs around the way How you let these f** boys make it cool to be gay? [Hook: Bun B] I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) You fakin on the TV and frontin at your shows (ows) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) You n***as is some hoes (hoes), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes) You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes) You n***as ain't trill (trill), you n***as is some hoes (hoes)