Geto Boys - Dirty b**h lyrics

[foul mouthed girl yelling at Bill on the phone] [Bushwick Bill] You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear Gotta start with the right material, to generate a useful idea In other words, you can't turn a ho into a housewife Try it, the b**h'll make you sock her in her mouth twice It started out beautiful, but you was playin possum To me, you was just a f**, but our relationship blossomed Got attached to your kids, I loved 'em like my own I loved 'em like my own Referred to your daughter as my daughter, your son as my son Called you my wife, even if it was common law Never saw a better creature in my life How could the one who stole my heart, make me reach for my knife (Why you reachin for your knife?) Cause I'ma stab that b**h (What if they take your freedom Bill?) They can have that sh** Now she wanna be friends - ain't that a b**h? f** you b**h, I hate you b**h! I wouldn't care if you burned in a fire Crashed in a plane or got hit by a motherf**in train You make my life a livin hell, the sun's out but it's dark You're the devil, all you need is a pitchfork I'm too short to take shorts I'm havin seconds thoughts, the ride's too scary, I gotta get off I wish I never met you ho I wanna hang you from a f**in cliff and let go, you dirty b**h [Chorus x2: Bushwick Bill] Why you wanna bring me down Why you wanna bring me down, you dirty b**h [Bushwick Bill] I once believed that I could save you, emotion was squandered Now go back to that f**in rock you crawled from under I did more fo' yo' kids, than they sorry-a** biological father ever had That's why they called me dad Your own momma used to tell me not to f** wit'cha a** I messed around and got you pregnant, now I'm stuck wit'cha a** I gave you everything I had, didn't have to be forced Why the f** you wanna take a n***a to court? You dirty b**h Tell me this, who paid the medical expense When your kids was sick, s** dick you f**in who*e Burned my car and my clothes, like you were Angela Ba**ett I left town, you moved out, all you left was the mattress Now I'm hearin that you had another man all the while When I see you I'ma beat your a**, so go 'head and file I can tell by your tone you think it's funny b**h Where the f** is my money b**h? You ain't runnin sh** I'll hook you up like your kidneys failed You think I give a f** about sittin in jail? You think I don't know the ghetto streets are bumpy? And you're the reason why them n***az tried to jump me? At first I was cool with the split But you keep, callin my new b**h, bein messy and sh** You can't stand to see me happy, with or without you Had to rain on my parade, it was all a charade You triflin s*ut, ain't worth a cigarette bu*t I shoulda left you where I found you, waitin on a bus Wanna drag you to a field and chop you up to the bone You ain't worth the f**in ground I walk on, you dirty b**h [Chorus x2] [girl on the phone mouths off 'til Bushwick breaks in] [Bushwick Bill] Yeah, take this b**h, uh-huh, yeah motherf**er yeah Yeah, yeah you f**in, yeah b**h! Yeah you f**in..