Sho' Nuff

[Tela] It was this bitch that I knew back from '86 Graduated and made it from the college of dicks Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me Tryin to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key Nah ho I ain't po', where did my motherfuckas go I remember this ho, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well How the hell you been since I had no job Hum, why don't you give me some Cause you know I flow and run for Suave Nah, all of that was on the couch No doubt y'all records spin, y'all shippin in gold It's cold On The Outside Lookin In (Brrrr!) You'd besta make yourself worthy Cause I got a click of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty You heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit Ain't this a bitch I remember when you would not give me shit Now you down for them habits Put your numbers on the napkin Make it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom Chorus: Hoes with no clothes showin' love Shakin that ass in the club nigga what? Hoes with no clothes showin' love Shakin that ass in the club nigga what? Hoes with no clothe showin' love Shakin that ass in the club nigga what? Hoes with no clothes showin' love Shakin that ass in the club nigga what? [Eightball] No different from the rest She's just an ordinary ho Hair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo Make it fast, takin cash, shakin ass in the mix Tens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks Niggas in love Can't stay out the club All in the ho's face But at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased I see him in the back Countin up that chedder Talkin' loud, smokin hay, makin clouds, gettin ready for the crowd I think I know one I remember you, oh yes I do Tryin to highside from me and my crew, but ain't no love lost boo What time the club close, at 3 What's up, you comin with me We can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees You want some cheese Hoes don't stay at the suave house Hoes around my nuts like knats Real dogs don't pay for cats, dats For real baby Recognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sho nuff Chorus [MJG] Well I be God damned, this stout ass ho Wants to get close to me A few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me Quoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow Lookin for, confidants, and tickets to my next show Check yo' bitch In these short ass pants and blow up dresses I can tell they freaky with out three guesses Oh yes it's very true Your bitch'll be needin me, leavin you Hell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do Let her loose or let her remain Cause all she be lookin for is some fame A bigger name Lil' Miss Thang with bigger game And she claim she ain't heard my music Tryin to trick me So I told that ho my name Bill Bixby She still hit me Now she, killin my dick softly with her mouth and I Really just don't plan on takin it out cause I MJ fuckin G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin They ass with no clothes like some pros, sho nuff Chorus