The Wreckshop Family - Hey Hoe lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah 0-4, Wreckshop yeah uh-huh Yeah n***a hip hop n***a D-Gotti, DaLo A-Threezie, Isis Re yeah we wreck baby [Hook: (Toya)] Hey hoe, I don't care what you going through Cause if you coming with me, then you know what you gotta do See girl I got the truck outside, and it's sitting on 22's So just know if you trying to get to know me, you gotta get to know my crew (once you get a taste, once you get a taste You won't share your plate, you won't share your plate n***a don't underestimate this, n***a don't underestimate this Like you are on some playa sh**, like you are on some playa sh**) [D-Gotti] Hey hoe, I'm trying to get the bank roll Hey hoe, you love me cause I think thoed Ain't yo, average gutter n***a This ain't your birthday, but baby let me see you jiggle In your b-day suit, I don't worry bout the crew They always here, baby this is what we do Boys misconstrew the troop, I was raised gutter I'm trying to raise the cheddar, so me cuffing you down never It's whatever honey, let me know if you coming I can make you feel stunning, on them rappers with bu*tons It's some'ing on your mind, come with me and relax Let your hair down and chill, you iight with Max Might get service, all in the truck Clinch the wheel, body grip to the buck And I had such to get ya, I'ma call you tomorrow f** it I'ma trick, and let the b**h get spa [D-Reck] To the, Hotel But hoe know, that you can't go tell Cause after the show, we gon bail Hit the road and get mo' mail, back to the grind Before I try to break this finer mirror, fresh your mind Saw your eyes from the stage, you couldn't make up your mind But it's all good, cause we all got wood And it's all good, and baby you got the goods So let us run through it, like some track stars Unlike we playing hot, ball in the backyard Now we playing strip poker, got you dealing the cards Ain't nobody gotta see it, just me and the boys Girl go on live your fantasy, come up out them panties Doing hand stands, showing out acting nasty Doing it with precision, got my n***as listening Acting goofy get me, bout to get in where they fit in [Hook] [Dirty $] Say Ms. Thang, you know my sti's You want my cheese huh, hey hoe I won't say you can't get it, just don't say I can't hit it But what I get I gotta split it with my crew, you know That's the rules of this game, a playa's rules never change When you f**ing for the fame it's how it go, hey hoe See I ain't the one to judge, all I wanna do is cut Run up in them guts, but my budget won't budge baby Hey hoe, tell me what it's hitting fo' This s**er duck over here, say he got plenty do' For a pretty brown like you, but Dolla ain't the type to Trick, when I can stick for free You wanna stick with me, you gotta be down for whatever So give my n***as brain, and make em all feel clever [A3] Well I'm a pretty hoe layer, slab parked outside Right after, get some customized gunners for my ride Know I'm saying, believe me baby it's going down They don't call me Pac, but yep I get around Eyes planted on a thug, since he stepped in the building Looking like your p**y fiending, for s**ual healing Come here baby, let a G ma**age your clit Body rocking from the back, I know you love that sh** Boo say she never got it done to her, by a gangsta Well that ain't me, but I'm still about to shank ya Lay back, raise your legs over your head Hold your feet, we about to make the sheets lose thread Do the queen with a lot of pipe, riding the spleen Make her tilt, like a old pinball machine I knew when I met ya, you was bout my cream So when we finish, let me introduce you to my team yeah [Hook]