Various Artists - Hiside lyrics

(Pimp C talking) Uh no love Now check this out b**hes be gettin offended when uh they hear the word b**h Well maybe that's cause they b**hes Know what I'm talkin bout (Pimp C) Stankin b**hes say I hiside Cause I pa** by Don't smoke my f**in weed wit em Don't let em sit on my plush crush Three times gold, I'm a pimp a** n***a So like a ball is how I roll And I don't be paradin with them b**hes in the street Ho is you payin me? Well if not ain't no need in you thinkin that you gon stay wit me b**h I'm a pimp cause that's the way you b**hes force me to be You say you broke well b**h you need to stop f**ing for free So when I ride by, I don't give the ho the time Lil' girl you fine, but you must done lost yo mind Thinkin you got game Well b**h game is my middle name s**in on thangs, f**in for fame But b**h you plain Jane Straight up and down I hate silly hoes that talk a lot and try to clown When she know that I know that she done f**ed the whole town And that I know that she a freak b**hes say we hiside cause we pa** and don't speak Don't speak, don't speak b**hes say we hiside cause we pa** by and don't speak I know they wanna freak (3x) b**hes say we hiside cause we pa** by (Bun B) Sometimes there be a lot of sh** I wanna do But won't do, if I gotta do sh** in front of you Oh b**h don't act like you ain't nosy I know exactly how you hoes be Blowzy mad cause I declined when you chose me But what I need a broke b**h for? And how the f** I look walkin around scratchin yo itch ho? No keep them crabs keep that co*k in that case Cause b**h a p**y ain't nothin but my hand wit a face And any b**h can take another b**h place Now ain't that a foul taste And it wasn't a f** it was a waste of my mutherf**in time I coulda been somewhere flippin or smokin a dime These b**hes now a days out of they rabbit a** mind Ho you gets no sunshine from me just because you fine I told em I heard it through the grapevine You ain't nothin but a freak So now b**hes say we hiside cause we pa** by and don't speak Chorus (Pimp C) See b**hes in P.A Get mad when they see a young n***a Full of that chronic havin it his way But them hoes got us f**ed up The preacher got the clothes and the hoes wit his dick on swoll Trickin all my people bank roll I peep that sh**, I read my Bible at home Cause I ain't payin for that n***a's wrong It's time to ride 600, picture me and Bun B Wit 4 million two drop top gold royces Now we smokin somethin Them b**hes tried to set us up, but we bu*t-f** the D.A, f** the judge, and f** the P.A.P.D I already gotta deal with the rednecks And ho a** n***as in this rap game comin with that complex But b**h this ain't no f**in contest And if it was we won I'm a trill n***a live my life by the gun I love smokin swisher sweets Uh, now f** them b**hes that say we hiside Cause we pa** by and don't speak (Pimp C talking and the chorus fades until the end)