Boss - Recipe Of A Hoe lyrics

[Bo$$] Guess who? The down a** b**h BO$$! Speakin' on how ya dick'll be getting' Shot clear the f** off! If ya keep, talkin' that sh** 'cause all b**hes ain't hoes! And I'm-a be the one to let ya stray a** know, n***aro! So many b**hes Ya keep a file on em' State to state dick! Ya draws got too many motha f**in miles on em'! But then again so many fakin' the f** Claimin' they getting' it, But on the real they really ain't getting sh** Steadily stressin' you knockin the boots Yo n***a please! You's a nappy headed havin', hoe a** rooty poot g! And any b**h can see for her damn self n***as that's talkin' the most sh** ain't even buldgin' up under Them belts! Ya fake a** want to be a pimp mother f**er! Ya heard me right brother, this b**h here don't stutter! You no where next to the pimp you wanting to be, oh no Getting your nut on the solo from get go was a no no! Don't even think about steppin' to me see! I'm tellin' ya like it izzzz n***a.... I know the f**in' recipe! Hook: Yep ya gotta, Yep yep ya gotta, Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe (gotta let a hoe be a hoe) Hoooooe! [Bo$$] If yous a tramp a** n***a or no good n***a you get dissed quick! But ain't no tellin ya know my personalities split I could just gank you for Your sh** without a warning Or f** it! Shoot you now and get all this sh** over with by the morning! f** yeah! I'm feelin' on full too sh**! Another reason ya hoe cards pulled fool I'm down with all this sh** you poppin' Hell f** Naw! I don't want to put a stoppin' to your hoe hoppin' 'cause when ya' runnin the motha f**in streets In between the sheets every Week screwin freak after freak BO$$ is straight kickin' in the do' at ya crib With enough time to k** a 40 O.Z. that's how I live! Jackin' for cash and j**elry and all that sh** Then off to the pawn shop to get another fat a** grip And that's exactly how it is g! On the real tip..tip...tip.. I know the f**in' recipe! Hook: (repeat) [Bo$$] And ya too cool a** n***as tickle me! Ain't nothin stranger Than you thinkin' that yous a big dick dangler 'cause nothins goin on but this rent So I wish you would! Come with that dick sh**, f** you and ya' manhood Huh! Respect for a n***a, I ain't got it see Perverted a** rusty ba*tards, be all musty and sh** be Then always want to hug up You say, "what up?", they ready to stick it in, I ain't no mingler So I'm puttin' Up my middle finger Yo! I'm through with all the bullsh**... (awww b**h eat a dick up til ya hiccup) Naw trick! Eat this clit up til' ya spit up Ya need to be givin this sh** up! Bet ya didn't know humpin' everything That wiggle and jiggle will make that dick shrivel Punks be wit ya on, and on, and on til' the break a dawn Once ya pregnant its a different segment The n***a gone with the quickness! Only thing you'll get from the "be " Is put quick on the sh** list! So to the ladies if you're asking Me how I figure they just some mo, No good, p**y hungry a** n***as..n***as........ Outro: (repeat hook)