Cardo - Tell It To The b**h lyrics

[Intro: Avatar Darko] Ch'yeah, yeah, uh [Verse 1: Avatar Darko] I got this posh chick, she always fiend for more Prada Got a Spanish ho, I call that b**h horchata Got a Indian gal, with obsidian style I tell her mystery last longer, yeah, I'm so well-endowed We in Sin City town, blowin' big blunts of loud Boy, my clique full of villains, no-no tricks allowed I just dope-dicked your dame and nonchalantly disavow See you better cuff your gal cause me and Pica**o on the prowl Yeah, my Pops was a painter and my mom was a banker My Gramps was a tanker and my uncle was a gangster Man, these cats cuffin' hoes, but your gal wanna Tango When she ride with me, she feel unchained, no Django Uh, why you be hatin' like Stephen? When you smooch her on the pecker, bet it tastes like semen Late-late night creepin', all my foes gettin' jealous And if I ain't with the sh**, then King Schultz was a dentist [Hook: Nacho Pica**o & Avatar Darko] I need to save this little weed, more weed for later, bro This is all I got left, man, tell it to the b**h! My rent's comin' up and sh**, maybe goin' to be a little short, bro Can you help me out? Man, tell it to the b**h! Got to work in the morning, bro, n***as is up here rappin' all hours and sh** Tell it to the b**h! My gas a little low, bro, ain't got no snaps of petrol? Better tell it to the b**h! [Verse 2: Nacho Pica**o] I'm ba*tard from a basket, born out of wedlock Earth girls are easy, I feel like I'm Weblock Bet that probably went over your head like a headlock Been tryin' to shake the b**h like n***as shake dreadlocks Tryin' to give me top since Wilma of Bedrock I just gave her lead co*k in all of her wet spots I don't sweat it though, no Huxtable Three-course meal, I won't share a f**in' lunchable My flow so punctual, yours a bunch of bull Louisville slugger while I dodge the Untouchables Used to be a runner, now his legs are not functional Pencil-neck geek with a face so punchable They said I'm destined for padded walls Ever since I went splat out my daddy's balls I ain't never gave a f**, like "Jack me off!" I got a bad attitude and a nasty cough [Hook] [Verse 3: Avatar Darko] Blessed with the sh**, my Pops showed me the memoir If I mess with a chick, her stock go up tenfold My 510's creased up, tucked-in extendo's I'm inked up, turned up, checked up in Retro's I'm like, "Listen little mama, yeah, you with the Coach bag If you knew better, you'd do better, so why don't you quote that?" Tell the haters, "Chill", hang it up like a coatrack And I don't trust these b**hes, I'm like show me the Ho-fax s**er, put your b**h on the Lojack Cause I might swoop her up and give her back with a throat-scratch Ricola, we chief dosha and sneeze yola, s-sieze yola Moor-Fang, wild boyin' like Steve-O, yeah Ch'yeah, we be stuntin' like Wee-Man And if I knock her up, then I got a Plan B plan I said I got a Plan B plan b**h, I'm the future, so let me get your free bands [Hook]