B-Real - Stank Ass Hoe lyrics

[Sen Dog] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Once again, ha ha ha We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha [B-Real] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips Keep tryin, I'm sh**tin all over yo tapes And yo CDs, you see these n***as wit the weed leaves, you need these Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor I got double platinum records on the wall While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall Cats wanna try me, you must be high Cause you havin f**in +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin? Gimme some of that sh** (sh**), you fakin it Any little title you got, I'm takin it You can't have it, you didn't earn it Spit on yo name, sh** on it, and burn it s**as wanna floss and play the big boss What movie you livin in and how much did it cost? What role are you playin? I'm only sayin You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in Playin you, playin you, and playin you Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha) Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog) You're a weak a** ho Punk slow yo role You're nothin but a clone With nothin to show You're a weak a** ho Need a style of your own You're a weak a** ho You're a weak a** ho (Punk a** n***a) Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthaf**a) Punk n***a wit no flow (You ain't sh**) You're a weak a** ho (f** your little record, punk) You're a weak a** ho (Eat a dick) [B-Real] Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine Shakin her a**, tellin me to grab from behind Please don't mind me, you'll find me Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double I'll be in that corner table wit my homies Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have a**ets? Do I got a big home? Do I live alone? Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly I don't think so, you stink, ho The chain in yo brain is missin a link, ho Please back up, I know you look good But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, b**h (ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank ho!) Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog) You're a stank a** ho Tryin to get dough Leave me alone Cause you can't roll You're a stank a** ho Nut ridin pro You're a stank a** ho A stank a** ho Leave me alone (Broke a** hoodrat) You can't roll (You can't roll) You're a stank a** ho A stank a** ho (Stank a** ho) You're a stank a** ho (Dick s**in tramp) (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha) (Bring it back homie, come on, huh) [B-Real] Here goes another example to begin it With a twist (yeah) like p**y I'm in it When I look at me, I look and see How long it took for you to throw the book at me Damn that sh** hurts, but I put in work These n***as are like germs, over the counter they lurk And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down And put the anti-bacterial a**ault down k** germs that wanna test, they want the best Comparin you to me is like a n***a to the cess Never settle for stress, or wack rappers I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East after Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog) (Punk a** n***a) You're a b**h a** ho Knockin on my door Leave me alone Cause you got no soul You're a b**h a** ho (Trick a** ho) Need to find a place to go You're a b**h a** ho (Punk a** n***as) You're a b**h a** ho Don't touch the microphone You're a b**h a** ho (Eat a muthaf**in dick) You're a b**h a** ho Leave me alone Got no place to go You're a b**h a** ho (Trick a** ho) *humming*