(feat. Soopafly) n***as, get your milla genuine draft, cause its milla time, we about to go hard on these hoes on this one right here. [Chorus] [soopafly] Can you control your hoe? (You got a b**h that wont do what you say) You can't control your hoe? (She hardheaded, she just won't obey) Can you control your hoe? (You've got to know what to do, and what to say) You've got to put that b**h in her place, even if it's slapping her in her face. Ya got to control your hoe. Can you control your hoe? I went to your house; your girl came in and started cussing you out. You should have slapped her in her face, I wanted to tell you, but it wasn't my place. I kept it on the low, cause I know you was gonna check that hoe. But instead, you was quiet as a mouse, maybe you started to think it wasn't your house. Cause she was acting like a nut, you got a kind of b**h that would kick your bu*t. What kind of pimp holds back? Never met a b**h that a pimp can't slap, whats wrong with the pimpin'? Why you get a whippin'? All I got to say is this: [Chorus] [Verse: 2] This is what you made me do; I really didn't want to put hands on you. But b**h you playin' with fire, i'm so sick and tired, of loud mouth b**hes like you, a n***a had to go and put tips on you, cause b**h you playin' with fire, i'm so sick and tired. This is what you forced me to do, I really didn't want to put hands on you, but b**h you playin' with fire, i'm so sick and tired. Of b**hes like you, a n***a had to go and put tips on you, b**h you playin' with fire, I'm so sick and tired. [Chorus] (No: can you control your hoe? At the end.)