Willie D - Little Hooker lyrics

[Opening Skit: Phone Beep and conversation] [-] Hello! [+] Hay, girl what's up? [-] Girl, nothing, what's going on? [+] Girl, I got something to tell you [-] What? girl! [+] You know that b**h named Kim, that got into us? [-] Oh! yeah, yeah, what about? [+] b**h got talk to Kendy [-] No! Oh! [+] who*e said she's my friend and tried to f** my man [-] That's my refine to her The who*es stayed with the BoDagar for three years But you ain't even got to worry about that girl Looks like she got dancing doing anyway! ha ha ha [Verse One: Willie D] There was a b**h named Choice AKA Kim Davis She do anything to be famous s** James' dick for a record contract And dropped some sh** called Payback Whether the sh** was whack, I got proof It's still sitting in the warehouse troop Collecting dust, like an old antique And everybody is mad at the freak Whose stuck the shorts up her a** to be desired With no booty, to playing back five You're little knot neat who*e you should've hear Cause you look like one of Jerry's kids But you think that you're pretty Nineteen and you look like you're fifty Next time, you wanna wear hot shorts Get rid of them goddamn stretched marks Cause you ain't no looker - you're little hooker I said you ain't no looker, you're motherf**ing little hooker [Verse Two: Willie D] You're little hooker, use some protection And stop giving n***as these infection Put a fan in your p**y, and give it a break Cause it's hotter than the Musking license plate And let's get it straight, who's stinky? I'm stiffing your p**y with my pinky Oh! what a drag (Clap that a**, clap that a** in Astro Van) Trans vest dight, you can't fight Got your a** whipped in the club one night But f** it! - some girls mad, and your motherf**ing so-cold friends Wearing them cheap a** fur from the Swap Mark That your friend named Tasha mama bark Cause y'all wanna be stars, act like you're large Riding around in rented cars I know the story behind the Rolex on your wrist Your bu*t still smelling like dicks From the trips to all the big fights Where the trick is getting tricked and the price is light [Verse Three: Willie D] Dumb who*e, you stuck your foot in your mouth Now, the f**-lady slanging her a** off And it's just lovely With all that make-up on you're still ugly So change your name once more to so or so Cause you ain't Choice who*e But you think you're the sh**, freak riding around Houston In that Peter fast Jeep, so go to hell like the devil do Cause you can't f** with the f**ing W And don't drag your mark friend into this (f**! that punk) Cause he will get his a** kicked quick When you get on, you have a big bu*t s**ing somebody's nut, you're sleazy s*ut You got all the symptoms, it's in your blood to fall victim Cause your grande was a who*e, and your mama was a who*e too And then came you, and if I dug up the rest of your family roots I find nothing but some b**hes and prostitutes [Verse Four: Willie D] Coming pretty good with some things b**h you forgot I was the capper of the cappers So when I see you I'ma slap ya And make you take off them dirty cheeks fool That you've been having on since middle school I remember when your p**y was tighter Now wait on, so you find yourself a new rider Change your style, fronting like you're cla**ic But everybody knows you know your a** is nasty I went to see your show it was whack n***as started fighting cause they wanted the money back You're not legit, you need to quit You couldn't drive Vice to a pile of heart sh** Nappy headed b**h, you will get your duck sick I won't f** that b**h with Joe dick Cause her p**y is stuck with herpes, syphilis and gonorrhea Goddamn! I wouldn't wanna be ya Next time, your a** wanna step Come back with a lot of f**ing help But you still get trash, a low cla** Little snake in the gra**, nasty a** We got the little hooker on tape, now! ----- Ice Cube