Jimi Kendrix - The Manual lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah You talk too much sh** You know n***as always talkin bout b**hes ain't sh** Money over b**hes We give all our money to the b**hes any f**in way (I love my b**h) So I'ma send some love out To the b**hes, holla [Verse 1] sh**, here's somethin to remember When we met that day in September But, you've been gone since November Had to finish out yo' last college semester Her major - brokerage investor She probably go broke tryin to invest her Time and money in somethin that she call love Cause, she love f**in with thug n***as That alwasy get high and had to be drug dealers Eventually, she hooked up with some hood b**hes The hood b**hes turned her on to strippin Now the, gettin is good and it's well understood That money on the wood can make things get harder Be glad I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd charge ya But for all that you go through, just thought I'd let you know Hoes need love too, I'm f**in witchu [Chorus] n***as need to read the man-u-al To seperate your housewife from a hoe Cause there's no rules to this sh** here Am I makin myself clear? What she don't know won't hurt her y'all So keep big pimpin on the low Cause there's no rules to what I do And I know, hoes need love too [Verse 2] You know what they say right? b**hes ain't sh** And all men are dogs cause we just wanna f** Sundown to sun up, one up on a hoe I might go down on the low, that's just me though From L-A-X to Heathrow, I'm one of them n***as That really doesn't need no, introduction When I met her she was "Girl, Interrupted" Grew up became a woman not to be trusted Frustrated and flustered, living amongst These thieves hoes and hustlers, I'm diggin what's next She had a studio apartment in the projects With her and her girl from D.C. used to bus checks And hold the coke, her n***as ain't sold yet In hopes the copes don't know about all this Shiiiiit, for all that you go through Just wanna let you know, hoes need love too [Chorus] n***as need to read the man-u-al To seperate your housewife from a hoe Cause there's no rules to this sh** here Am I makin myself clear? What she don't know won't hurt her y'all So keep big pimpin on the low Cause there's no rules to what I do And I know, hoes need love too [Verse 3] Fake nails, fake breasts, fake eyes too It's oh-four, and that's kinda what we used to But you don't holla back like you used to, but I ain't mad at cha I'm happy for a b**h, even if I can't have her I remember when you was down in Atlanta Workin gentlemen's clubs and you didn't even know what a gentlemen was Forty to love and I wanna serve That body like Serena's with less curves But actions speak louder than words, and you gettin your money Mami every month, 15th and 1st sh** could be worse, you could be in the struggle Or born with no a** and have nothin to hustle Go on flex your muscle, cause that ain't the case is it? Go on get your paper keep flossin on these b**hes Cause for all that you go through Just thought I'd let you know, hoes need love too, I'm f**in witchu [Chorus] n***as need to read the man-u-al To seperate your housewife from a hoe Cause there's no rules to this sh** here Am I makin myself clear? What she don't know won't hurt her y'all So keep big pimpin on the low Cause there's no rules to what I do And I know, hoes need love too n***as need to read the man-u-al To seperate your housewife from a hoe Cause there's no rules to this sh** here Am I makin myself clear? What she don't know won't hurt her y'all So keep big pimpin on the low Cause there's no rules to what I do And I know, hoes need love too [Outro] Ha ha ha, yeah, Rule