Lord Infamous - Beatin These Hoes Down lyrics

[Hook] (Real, real n***a believe in beatin them hoes down Real, real, real n***a believe in beatin them hoes down, push her)x4 (Real, real n***a believe in beatin them hoes down Push her head into the wall until you hear that cracking sound)x4 {Verse 1: Lord Infamous} Sometimes I be wantin to take my fist And beat these b**hes badly Check them tramps, I neva nap Cause Scarecrow gotta have the Dividens, theres plenty ends for managin those prostitutes Kickin that black b**h in her big end so hard that She pickin the skin up off my boots My brother has always said dont have no mercy on these hoes Make them walk the strip Until they wearin out they shoe soles And ever since then I can't stand to see a b**h with a dollar It mess me up that funky b**h cause I'll a b**h you got to work, go to work, Do some dirt Bring Lord Infamous back some money Before you get yo a** hurt b**h, You betta meet yo f**in quota b**h you betta wise up f** around and get yo a** put in the piledriver Busta mother f**a pint of hennessy across ya f**in head Hit you in the knee cap with a pipe and try to break yo leg Man there's plenty money to be made In the M-Town n***as betta learn you gotta beat a funky b**h down [Hook] {Verse 2: Lord Infamous} One day me and Paul was chillin in the cut dog, jus glidin A couplea b**hes I knew ask for a ride We just cruisin, jus a little pimpin Rollin blunts and bumpin Paul ask the b**h you wanna hit the hotel or something? The hoes were with it so we fell up in the La Corte And we smokin mega blunts and sippin on that grape fruit Gin Now the b**hes f**ed up and the Scarecrow spittin crazy game Paul in the corner gettin his dick s**ed by the otha dame Now I got the stallion comin on up out them draws Oh lord now its type to bang the walls, bang the walls Now we through but I still think the hoes dont get the picture Fired up the roach and hit the rest of the liquor (So whats up where you want us to drop you off to?) Next thing I know she comin out her purse with a deuce, deuce I started bustin, with the 80 out the ankle holster Two wounded b**hes in the hotel f**in with LoCstaz [Hook]