Pimpoligy

[Intro: Hell Razah] Yeah, G's up nigga, hoes down nigga Uh, yeah, g's up nigga, hoes down nigga You know how it is, she is connin' you Yeah, yeah, New York, California, wherever What the fuck is ya, H.B.D.? [Chorus: Hell Razah & 7th Ambassador] Chickens come, and chickens go We beat that pussy everytime we on the roll Ya need to stop, ho, protecting these hoes Just he I'm troopin, then, let the pussy go Cuz a ho could never ever be a housewife So don't try to do so You are better off livin' ya life On gettin' that dough [Hell Razah] She was ya main chick, the one you walked in the rain with The one you cooked up and chopped up ya cocaine with You depended on stickin' my dick up in the thong Could of been ya baby mom, if she didn't do wrong Started listenin' to snakes in the garden I beg ya pardon, had titties that'll triple the size of Dolly Parton Had the thuggish nigga broke and hardege, droolin' and starvin' Suckin' my dick while ya niggas was kissin' and slobbin' Batman and Robin, put her in a threesome, manage-a-trois She fuck niggas just to drive their car Bettin' that, smellin' like strawberries, the more the merry Even brought her best friend so I can bust her cherry They both came, baby oiled and ready Ass split like a machete, I had them tossed up in my telly She knew Dreddy and the rest of the Sunz Three o'clock, swallowed my cum, my frankfurter laid in her buns Industry chicks, who bone niggas only with whips Gettin' open off the karats that was lit on ya wrist Straight groupie, who love givin' rappers the coochie Wanna be in video scenes strippin' for more C.R.E.A.M She addicted to the dick morphine, at eighteen This is for all the bitches and hoes who ain't queens [Hook 2X: Hell Razah] Hit the road, bitch And gimme back all my dough, my dough, my dough Hit the road, bitch And gimme back all my dough [Hell Razah] I thought I told you, never trust a chick that hold you It be the money that you get that make them wanna bone you When you hit it good, they wanna own you Get ya address, ya age and ya phone mobile And don't know you, lookin' fuckable, but gullable Butt naked, and loveable Same chick I hit, son, I seen huggin' you Never trust no, chickens or hoes Trynna find out my beeper code so they can put me in the sleeper hold Gotta stay on my tippiest toes, a sweet rose'll Put ya in ya grave clothes, if you outta ya zone She be the same one that get ya dick up on the bones Sticks and stones keep ya waitin' for ya chick to come home +Where My Girls At?+ like 702 You spend ya money on daily, but still givin' head to my crew [Chorus] [Outro: Hell Razah] Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho My nigga Goldie, what what, Hell Razah Yeah, yeah, G's up nigga, hoes down nigga 7th Ambassador, yeah, Baghdad, what Ah, yeah, that's how it go down Ghetto Government, ah