b**hes ain't sh**
b**hes ain't sh**
b**hes ain't sh** but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and s** the dick
Just get the f** out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
I used to know a b**h named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f** the hoes at night
Tighter than a motherf**ing gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the motherf**ing Compton streets
Peep that sh**, got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my motherf**ing pockets was fat
I didn't give a f** where the b**h was at
But she was hanging with a white b**h doing the sh** she do
s**in' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothing
And now she's suing 'cause the sh** she be doing ain't sh**
(b**hes can't hang with the streets)
She found herself short
(Now she's takin' me to court)
That's real conversation for your a**
I once had a b**h named Mandy May
I used to be up in them guts, like, every day
The p**y was the bomb, had a n***a on sprung
I was in love like a motherf**er lickin' the proton
The homies used to tell me that she was no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure n***a wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what, got gaffled by one time
I'm back in the motherf**ing county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I gets released on a hot, sunny day
My n***a D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop, we got the news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in the county blues
Ain't been out a second, and already I got to do
Some motherf**ing chin checkin'
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pa** the Glock
Kick in the door, and I look on the floor
It's my little cousin Daz, and he's f**in' my ho
I unco*ked my sh**
I'm heartbroke, but I'm still locked
Spoken: Man, f** that b**h
3, 4
b**hes ain't sh** but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and s** the dick
Gets the f** out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
I used to know a b**h named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f** the hoes at night
Tighter than a motherf**ing gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the motherf**ing Compton streets
Peep that sh**, got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my motherf**ing pockets was fat
I didn't give a f** where the b**h was at
But she was hanging with a white b**h doing the sh** she do
s**in' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothing
And now she's suing 'cause the sh** she be doing ain't sh**
(b**hes can't hang with the streets)
She found herself short
(Now she's takin' me to court)
That's some real conversation for your a**
(b**hes can't hang with the streets
b**hes can't hang with the streets
b**hes can't hang with the streets
b**hes can't hang with the streets
b**hes can't hang with the streets
b**hes can't hang with the streets
b**hes can't hang with the streets
b**hes can't hang with the streets)