Al Eaton - Punk b**h lyrics

Write a little save-a-ho speech all these fake-a** hoes... Fake punk-a** b**hes... Do you know what I mean, Vern? f**in'em up like that, man... $hort Dog's in the house, b**h! She's a punk-a** b**h, ho, tramp and a s*ut Took her to the hotel just to f** Last night she licked all on my balls p**y got wet like Niagara-falls Dropped my drawls and b**h said: "sh**!" Skinny mothaf**a with a fat-a** dick It's like a T-P-treatment, thangs so foul From the tip of my head to the crack of my a** She got busy so I called to the crew You b**hes know what to do Hoes try to front like they ain't no tramps Try to get that p**y and she say you can't Me and my partners we got that game Check a square-a** b**h and make her throw that thang You wine and dine that nasty freak Dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek You never even know how she ran in the house Jumped on the phone and started to burnin' me out She kept beepin' so I made the call b**h on the phone jackin' off Sounded like she was havin' fun Playin' with her pearl tongue I said: "b**h, I'm on my way!" I givit to you, homeboy, play by play She had on polkadots with miniskirt Jumped in the car straight went to work I must to bust two nuts back to back Never seen a b**h work head like that She had me jumpin' out of my seat Workin' her jaws to the beat She was a good dicks**er, I can't lie s**ed so good I thought I'd die b**h blew me up and blew me down All the way back to the Oakland-town Baby started to singin': "I love you!" Tellin' me things she wanted to do If I needed some money come to her Everythin' I want is everythin' I'm worth And you know what I said? I told the b**h I said: "b**h, I'm rich!" f** these hoes, man... I ain't trippin'...I'm like hell... Long-hair s**ers... I know you're fine, b**h But you got no cash you need to get a job But your lazy-a** try to juice me up I ain't no punk I put you in the rap with some serious funk I wouldn't buy you a car, no diamonds and sh** All the time talkin' about your fake-a** gifts George bought you a ring, John bought you a chain b**h, I'm buyin' you an ounce of this game You better take it and shut the f** up Stop runnin' your mouth like a s**a Cause you's a punk b**h It shows a mile away Everythin' you say and everythin' you do Makes you a punk b**h, no good, no doubt All I gotta do is stick a dick in your mouth Wanna give up the p**y, b**h, I pa** You're too slim, I like your mama's a** Pops came home, came up to show Family in the backroom, I'm f**in'em both Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law You call me Too $hort they call me too raw I creep by one room in to the next Nothin' goin' on but some serious s** Some of these hoes might think I'm played Bald-head b**h need some dookie braids Cause that nappy-hair don't even hit What's cookin' in the kitchen On the back of your neck Like you burned the rice and wanna front on me You could never f** with $hort, baby I'm from the O-A-K-L-A-N-D I slap you in the face with reality These punk-a** hoes out there is sick Happy walkin' around with a trippy dick So beautiful fine young thang To get that co*k was just like a dream But now three days later ask Kool Moe You feel burnin' sensation down below You're a true blue victim of a punk-a** b**h Thought she was a square and she gave you the sh** So for all you hoes that live like this All the homies in the house say: "punk-a** b**h!"