[Chorus x4]
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
(KRS-ONE: Oh! It seems that you`re a ho)
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
I don`t want you no mo`
[Mr Lawnge]
Really doe, really doe, you`s a really silly ho
To think that you could fuck with me then step to my bro
No, I don`t think so, nor do I drink, so
That seems to me to be the reaction of a stank ho
How could you play yourself when I thought so much about you?
So now the Sugar Dick Daddy`s got to do without you
I guess I`ll proceed to the next
I`m going to miss your eyes, your smile and, of course, the sex
>From the very first day I met you I didn`t think I`d get you
That`s why I didn`t sweat you
I knew there was another because I saw you with him
Still you turned around, winked your eye and gave me rhythm
I said Oh shit, it`s time to get with it
Pulled out my blade and your man`s neck split
I grabbed you by the hand, he didn`t understand
But I stepped off the scene just knowing I was the man
We enjoyed the date, also the night
Then I said to myself Self, something ain`t right
Excuse me, miss, can you tell me what`s the twist
It seems to be you`re too promiscuous
She was wookin pa nub in all the wrong faces
Wookin pa nub in all the wrong places
Man, I didn`t know what to think of you
When I found out you ran through my whole damn crew
Molecules, Cee-Low and Chucky Smash
Showbiz, AG and the whole Boombash
You hit them all off, it wasn`t just me
And then I heard you boned Chi-Ali, damn!
I said Oh no, ho, you gots to go
But take my number though cause, yo, you never know
See the way Mr Lawnge likes to play them
I only like to lay them around five AM
[Chorus x4]
[Dres]
Now, when I first saw ya I tried to ignore ya
Cause niggas was playing you closer than rice and goya
Face like Halle, ass like Angina
Feet like Pebbles and cook like Aunt Jemima
Plus I hear that she`s quick to bring a nigga to the brink
Beaver? Nah, believe her shit`s all mink
She played the party scene like she had a death wish
And niggas crazy sweated her like she wrote the guest list
Out of sight, me and my peeps are getting solar
She walked by, I reached out and said Yo, Nola
That`s not my name, I said I know, but anyway
Honey, take this number you can call me any day
Quicksand! I didn`t understand that she`s a fan
Rather that honey wants more props than a kickstand
She`d told her friends what I told mine here:
I`mma knock that ass in due time, hear?
She called the next day and I`m like What`s your occupation?
The method in my madness was the same of operation
She was a po` ho, a hobo, a part-time boho so
Yo, for the ring, she`s giving low blows
Schematic peeped, she came by to let me hammer her
She`s looking right, damn, I should`ve hid the camera
She hit me off but, yo, it`s my word
She got dropped by the first, picked up by the third
I lay down sleepy, that shit was crazy creepy
Rrring! I pick it up, this nigga`s like Somebody beep me?
I`m feeling cheated, the shit shall never be repeated
Before I get defeated, yo, I`ll beat it
Cause I use steel-plated latex lately
And when they say `downtown`, yo, I stop at 42nd Street
Cause to get laid many prices are paid
And I`m so `noid I don`t want a band-aid
I try to stay aware of the drama, it`s crazy
Plus, see I got to tell your mama that I`m swayze
[Chorus x4]
[Sweet T]
Cheers, to the gigolos and the hoes
About to open up your nose cause that`s the way my love flows
To every man that said he`ll never get up in it
If I said that you could win it you`d be at my house in five minutes
The sugar`s so sweet and if I let you get me in between the sheets
It`s my - beat
I`m telling you again and again
I don`t get nasty with the men like I get nasty with the pen
People like to call girls that like men with money trash
But you`s an ass if you don`t like a nigga with cash
I don`t really care, I like the big bucks
So if I gotta be trash, yo, fucking call a garbage truck
Love don`t have a price but you gotta know the deal
I`m a tell it like it is cause I like to keep it real
When a man`s broke he`s got his hand on the trigger
But if his pockets got figures he ain`t sweating the next nigga
I like a nigga that rolls strong, when I`m in the studio
Making songs, he`s out making the pockets long
So peace to the niggas with wealth, niggas that go for self
Cause I ain`t fucking with nothing else
