Poison Clan - All They Good 4 lyrics

(Yo, my n***a, f** that b**h! Tell them all they good for!) Verse 1: JT Money Time for them b**hes with the Weave and bangols, big ear rings, and jangols Walkin' 'round town lookin' all pretty Actin' all seditty, attitude sh**ty! You can't front on me, b**h, I know ya a** You was valedictorian of my cla** Used to copy your papers, you lil' nerd Now you tryin' to get fly? That sh**'s for the birds! Seen you every day jumpin' in cars BMW's, Benz's and Jaguars Guess you're lettin' all the dope n***as hit ya See you on the picture, lettin' three get ya I remember when n***as couldn't touch you Sold you a buck or two, now they can f** you! You got to rap, now I guess that's kinda fun Because you made projects from 1991 Simply nothin', hoe! You gets nothin', hoe! Seen you on film, and now you're frontin'? Yo, b**h, don't try to flauge, 'cause all you good for Is some head and a back ma**age! All they good FOR! (4x) Verse 2: JT Money I know this b**h who f**ed n***as with big money Now she got a big tummy, lookin' like a big dummy Told another hoe she fiendin' for John Doe Don't even know his last name and claims she gettin' John's dough Hoe, you ain't nothin' but a trick b**h, Schemin' on n***as, tryin' to get rich Talkin' bout, "So-and-so is my n***a," Sittin' on your a** while your bank account's gettin' bigger But one n***a bust you up and ran Now you stuck with a baby on your hands Lookin' at the next man? Don't even bother It's not my fault you don't know your baby's father You wouldn't know the n***a now if you see him! Only thing you know is that the n***a drives a BM Seen (?), now you layin' on the mattress, Don't know his name, phone number or his address And you even needs that to get a case Dumb b**h, lookin' like sh** in the face Sit yo' a** down, take the loss, and Use that burgundy check for an abortion 'Cause, hoe, you can never live large All you good for is some head and a back ma**age All they good FOR! b**h, all you good FOR! Trick hoe, all you good FOR! Stinkin' mouth b**h, all you good FOR! s*ut, all you good FOR! Get off my dick, HOE! (Heyyyyy, just gimme some more!) Verse 3: JT Money I hate b**hes that try to play dumb I got 99 motherf**in' problems; a b**h ain't one See hoes walkin' 'round with tight clothes In spandex - blacks, even white hoes! Lookin' like s*uts! Draws up they bu*t, And they frontin' and want to f**! They ain't nothin' but dick-teasers Need to stop fakin' and let a n***a skeeze ya Or you'll be The b**h That I Hate Or a motherf**in' victim of date rape I know you're with it, so just get it and just shut up Get in your stance, face down and your bu*t up Come out that skirt and that shirt so I can insert, Go to work, do your dirt, make it hurt, then squirt On your back, like a mack is supposed to Grab the dick, make it spit on your clothes too 'Cause all you do is SPLAK! Talkin' 'bout whippin' me? Oh, b**h, it ain't all that! JT Money is TOO large! And all you good for Is some head and a back ma**age! All they good FOR! Stinkin' mouth b**h, all you good FOR! Stank p**y hoe, all you good FOR! Stupid-a** trick, you know what I want! Just s** a n***a' dick, hoe!