Warcloud - Smack This b**h lyrics

(Intro: Kurupt) All you despicable b**hes It's Kurupt Young Gotti, man And I got somethin' to say to all you Despicable, b**hes, Black Knights What ya'll think about them hoes? What ya'll got to say about all these hoes? b**h, Kurupt Young Gotti, Black Knights (Chorus: all (Kurupt) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (b**h, make me rich) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (b**h, you b**h, you b**h) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (Yeah b**h, won't you make me rich?) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (Yeah, yeah, b**h, b**h) (Crisis) Could it be, I'm pissy drunk wit Monk, comin' home at sunrise Wit a reputation of f**in' hoes the first night Plus ya first page came at 12:35 Never returned a call, so duplicate 'bout 30 times So now you talkin' loud, actin' wild, showin' out Hoppin' all in my face, talkin' bout it's goin' down You got the game f**ed up, you better slow it down Or catch an open palm, you better get it calm I don't know what you been smokin' or sippin' on That got you trippin' on, a n***a, but you flippin' on A n***a at the wrong time, cuz I ain't on one, I'm on nine Shots of Henny straight, no rocks, look I know it's your spot But I ain't in no mood for attitude, b**h, where's ya gratitude? (Doc Doom) Trick, I'm tired of you always flippin' the script Every time a n***a out, you think I'm trickin' my dick? I kick ya a** if catch you keyin' my whip Trick, I'm not of the n***as that you used to f** wit Like the n***a Reese you burned wit a pot of hot grease While he was 'sleep, you would of been dead if that was me That's on the Black Knights Gang, it ain't a small time thang I got a wife at the tilt, you just my part time game (Chorus: all (Kurupt) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (Yeah b**h, b**h, make me rich) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (I'm quick to tell a b**h to eat up a dick) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (I'll slap the sh** outta goofy a** b**h) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (A goofy, stupid, groupie, b**h) (Monk) It gotta be, she always stirrin' up an attitude for nothin' Frontin' like she mad and sh**, on some stupid sh** I hear the hot sh**, pump ya brakes, I'm not in the mood Relax b**h, you trippin', losin' ya cool For the price of an argument, to f** up my high f** up my day, it ain't goin' down that way Cuz something's gon' make me smack yo a** (b**h!) Mad cuz our splashed don't trick cash Don't give a f**, roll wit my n***as, Bar Mitzvah s*ut Phones stay off the hook, now ya a** is fed up Disrespect my click like we don't keep it crunk Stay in ya place and keep ya a** outta my shoes Hit the road b**h, if you can't follow the rules, so what you choose? (Crisis) It might be the P.M.S., it might be the alcohol It might be the fact that the Black Knights about to ball (All (Kurupt) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (b**h, b**h, make me rich) (Monk) It could be the naggin', it could be the braggin' It could be the fact she hatin', cuz the nights splashin' (All (Kurupt) Something's gon' make smack this b**h (There b**h, you gots to skitz kadaf, it) (Doc Doom) You short on chips, runnin' her lips Don't wanna share the p**y wit the rest of the click, but (All (Kurupt) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (Yeah I know that b**h, that b**h ain't sh**) (S. Man) I f** hoes for the squirtin' any season African, Korean, European, Polynesian No further reason to lessen my capacity From the scrotum, cuz the nut gush it gradually I'm S-man, tastefully delicious Spittin' my game, gracefully, the b**hes I meant to step, the ladies pimp, the Don Peter 380, concealin' 'Gnac, p**y beater b**h bring a heater if it's cold outside (bi-atch!) You better walk if I want at to ride (bi-atch!) Fly like a bird if you wanna be free Cuz I hate hoes, and hoes hate me Lately, I've been watchin' you, watchin' me Ain't no stoppin' me, from gettin' this p**y for free Cuz p**y's made to be poked, don't be afraid of the stroke (Holocaust) Now I'm big Warcloud from the L.A. streets Swing a timepiece, last name: Concrete I crack a crystal coconut, cruising with a silly b**h Smelling like cigarette, high, we drove by Apple martini's and tic-tac, forget that She's wearing so much make-up, if I slap her, her face will shatter Riffraff fiddle sticks, hug thin Lemoya I make her paint the fence like her name was Tom Sawyer Dirty, Becky Thatcher, I'm great like Joe DiMaggio I used to write books, buy a soda pop and 'The Cosby Show' I push a girl down real hard and watch them laugh Their smile's so twisted the world will feel the draft Young and the racketeer shooting at tin cans Goofy b**h said something that made me mad (b**h!) Grey jackrabbit, black boxing gloves for luck I smack you like a toucan, swatting a turtle dove (goofy b**h) (Chorus: All (Kurupt) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (Yeah, I'mma end up puttin' somethin' in this b**h right here) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (Oh man you see that b**h over there) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (Say b**h, don't you owe me some bread) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (Yeah, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, give me some head) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (I ain't got money for you, n***a) Something's gon' make me smack this b**h (b**h, shut up, shut up, b**h) (Outro: Kurupt) I know you b**h, you ain't nothin', ain't never been nothin' If you was a quarter, b**h, you already broken down to a penny You b**h, yeah, yeah, now go out there and get by bread 'For I slap the wig off of ya