Crazy Ho

[Intro:] You know if I could sing man I'd be on some gangsta shit with my shit man I'd be on some shit like some ghetto gutta shit I need all you crooners to listen up I need R. Kelly and Usher to get on my level You know what I'm saying fuck with me on this one [Verse:] I'm always in the streets tryin' to get my dough I don't give a fuck about a crazy Ho-o-o Not a crazy ho, Not a crazy ho (Me neither nigga) Met a thick bitch at the club Rio With a big ass like Buffie next thing you know-ow-ow I got a crazy ho, got a crazy ho (How you know she crazy, how you know?) Cause I was in the hood tryin' to get my mail She called me straight trippin' on my god damn Ce-e-ell You crazy ass female, crazy ass female (Ha Ha Ha, I told you nigga! I told you!) We only been fuckin' for ten days You already bitch about my hustling wa-a-ays Shorty what the hell, shorty what the hell (Cash over bitches, man, C.O.B.) You like the presidential suite (I told ya!) You like that Benz or Fe (Ha Ha I told ya!) I take ya nice places to eat (Yeah!) Buy you lingerie to skeet-skeet-skeet No ho before my cash All I wanted to do was doggy style that big ol' ass Sorry it did not last If you thought it would then your higher than the price of gas [Outtake:] I told you man, these bitches be trippin' man They want all the motherfucking money All the motherfucking trips to Cancun and shit But they don't want a nigga hustlin' They wanna lay up under a nigga every single second, man Listen Ma, I can't lay up under you every second I got business to handle, I thought you knew, C.O.B Conducting Organized Business, Cash Over Bitches! And that's just the way the story go Ay, Ginuwine make your comeback nigga, get on this level Call them niggas at BMI and tell them I'm available for songwriting R&B song writing that is