[La Chat talking]
Mayne look uh hurr, I`m tired of all these micrphone killin` ass hoes
Yah know wha I`m talkin` bout`?
Da type of hoes das gon` run they mouth behind the muthafuckin` mic
But aint gon` kill shit and aint gon` let shit die
These studio gang-style hoes
Talkin` all dat muthafuckin` shit
Bitch bring dat shit on to tha doe` come on hoe
Come on let`s go
[Chorus]
Don`t sang it hoe (hoe)
You gotta bring it hoe (hoe)
Now don`t be sangin` hoe (hoe)
You gotta bring it hoe (hoe)
Cuz` I`m da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy you love to hate
You think you know me bitch (bitch)
But you don`t know me hoe (hoe)
You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe`
Cuz` I`m da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy you love to hate
[Verse 1]
Da stout bitch, but I`m packin` da fat ass beer belly
Niggas wanna get in my shit, but they aint ready
If it`s somethin` you wanna get den go get it
If I`m not strapped den I`m packin` da mesheti
I don`t give a fuck cut chu` bitches up like spaghetti
Shootin` off 70 rounds so don`t test me
I`m out hurr just doin` my thang, you gon` let me
I`ma keep keepin` it real, so don`t sweat it
Fight a bitch over a nigga I aint petty
Put em` in da trunk wit` da bump of da chevy
Holla at my brother Big Steady das so heavy
He be droppin` pounds of dat shit wit` no waitin`
See yo` gurl den pushed it and she ridin` da big boi Expy
Hooked up wit` da Hypnotized Camp so don`t hate me
Shall not play no games when it come to dat ghetty
I don`t love none of you bitches, you aint steady
[Chorus]
Don`t sang it hoe (hoe)
You gotta bring it hoe (hoe)
Now don`t be sangin` hoe (hoe)
You gotta bring it hoe (hoe)
Cuz` I`m da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy you love to hate
You think you know me bitch (bitch)
But you don`t know me hoe (hoe)
You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe`
Cuz` I`m da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy you love to hate
{pieces of If You Aint From My Hood by Project Pat}
[Verse 2]
I got a fake smile, fake style for you bitches think you wild
Let me see you do some thangs, while you over hurr talkin` loud
Yeah, I hurr you talkin` bitch
But to me dat talk aint shit
Who gon` do da talkin` at yo` funeral when you in da ditch?
See I be roastin` hoes, but I will (?) fa sho
Hate to see yo` bitch to draw a crowd, I aint gon` do nothin` doe`
For dat shit I got some manners to take it to da highest level
We can fight or we can shoot dem thangs mayne its wudeva
I be lookin` innocent waitin` for a incident
Soon some shit go down you betta know La Chat gon` be in it
I`m gon` gather up my crew, den we comin` after you
If my crew don`t come dat mean I`m comin` wit` grenades fool
Aint no need in watchin` me you betta watch yo` back hoe
Tell yo` mammy to lock da doe` and keep da fuckin` curtains closed
Push rewind and listen good again before you get done in
Know`z you a hata in descise tryin` to be my friend
[Chorus]
Don`t sang it hoe (hoe)
You gotta bring it hoe (hoe)
Now don`t be sangin` hoe (hoe)
You gotta bring it hoe (hoe)
Cuz` I`m da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy you love to hate
You think you know me bitch (bitch)
But you don`t know me hoe (hoe)
You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe`
Cuz` I`m da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy you love to hate
[Verse 3]
I`m talkin` shit cuz` it`s you hoes dat always be hatin`
You think you know me, guess again cuz` you got me mistakin`
I keep my crew mayne it`s some cheese dat I gotta be makin`
Can`t go to jail den it`s my freedom dem bastards be takin`
You think you slick with it, you bitches I`m seein` you fakin`
And for you niggas I don`t love you, your pockets I`m breakin`
You wanna war I got a friend dat I`m bringin` and datin`
A 9 rhuga with tha handle wrapped up in da tapin`
So tell me why you bitches always be tryin` to diss
If you aint heard dat I`m a bitch dat be handelin` fist
I hope you think before you think about fuckin` wit` dis
I know you wanna go and snuggle up wit` cha dick
No disrepect da way I tell it that`s always gon` be
I got my book dat tell yo` address and where you gon` sleep
Go to yo` house I`m one of the bitches that be climbin` da beat
I`m tired of bitches startin` shit, hopin` they fuckin` wit` me
[Chorus]
Don`t sang it hoe (hoe)
You gotta bring it hoe (hoe)
Now don`t be sangin` hoe (hoe)
You gotta bring it hoe (hoe)
Cuz` I`m da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy you love to hate
You think you know me bitch (bitch)
But you don`t know me hoe (hoe)
You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe`
Cuz` I`m da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy
Bitchy you love to hate
