Like Some Ho's

Intro [Willie D] Special request, ha ha, going out to all the hoes out there Ha ha, oh! I ain't just talking about the females You know, it's a lot of niggas, that have ho like qualities Just peep that shit, I suppose they mad at the clothes Cash flows, ha ha Verse One [Willie D] Look at these haters, pulling me over, in my 'Gator Dirty fuckers, they ain't nothing but some Cock suckers Fifteen rolling through the B-Nickle And everything's working on my V-Hickle I'm sick of all you motherfucking, crooked cops The minute you pussies see me ya, you make the block Checking out your screen, hoping I ain't clean Mother fuck your guns and your badge and ya sirens All my cop homies, I gotta recognize em Not only do I know my rights, I exercise them against You motherfuckers that abuse your authority Ain't no pressure to bust a cap in your ass cause you ain't special You breathe like me, you bleed like me, from slugs So why you mean mugging when I come in the club? What you jealous of? - the jewelry, ha ha, the money, the car? Don't hate me cause I'm paid homeboy [Chorus: Scarface] Niggas been playa hating me, like some hoes Been talking about me lately, like some hoes That's how it is when you live majorly, I suppose Throwing shit all up in my Bentley, ya'll some hoes [Verse Two [Scarface] I met her hanging out at a sports bar, posted up Nigga off in training camp, flossing in his Expedition Thinking he can change a tramp, but see, she on a mission now Checking out my stone blocks Earrings, Rolex, wedding band, it don't stop But now we making contact, eye to eye, she's smiling Bleached white shinning, fat ass just'a profiling Now I'm out on the grinding, finna to get her paper work Game tight to a science, we're both involved, let's make it work Took her to a restaurant, admiring the 512 Testarossa '92 It's a Old School but oh well, headed to a private spot Get her out the Parking Lot Nigga, must be knew the broad, what this nigga talking bout He gonna tell her boyfriend, what the fuck is that gon' do? Long as you don't fuck with me, I ain't finna fuck with you Burning up her cell phone, leaving hella call notes I'm listening to you hatin man, man this bitch is all throat [Chorus] Verse Three [Devin] I'm just minding my business, officer what is this? Don't shoot me in my kidneys I just came from my gal crib and she's talking shit She said somebody's been calling her, some old stalking bitch Who said I fucked her, and left her, she reminds me of you Who always run behind me, whining feelin blue So is why would you fucking with me, while I'm tryin to chill? You think I'm selling crack, from a '79 Seville Just got an open can of beer and it ain't even kicked in You've been following me, fucking with me every since 610 I'm just trying to go and see my very close good friends Who calling up on an ounce and I'm finna pitch in So, I'm just, rolling, car not stolen Keep it tight white and the Vogue stripes golden Hoping, freaks will get inside of my Lacville '79 But you keep hating on me [Chorus]