Yeah .. niggas wanna take care of these hoes
Niggas wanna control these hoes
You cant control these bitches
These is independent bitches these years
You cant understand the 2000 in here?
Motherfuckers wanna put they mack down
Wanna put they soder down
Let a bitch do what she wanna do
If she chose to ride wit a G
Then let her ride wit a G
The bitch dont wanna sit back and be a housewife all the time
Let the ho be what she wanna be
A real slut, and let the ho get on and make her money
You understand? I got a homey sittin by me
Understand this nigga dont understand because hes a young nigga
You know what Im sayin? Im been in the game since 85
And I know a ho dont do nothin, wanna play a nigga like 9 to 5, alright
YIKES, Shabba dabble do you know
Because these hoes, they cant be controlled
You gotta find em, spot em, send em, get em, got em, you know
It wasnt (uh uh) your fault (it wasnt your fault)
You was only tryin to be nice (tryin be nice)
Only tryin to be nice, ohh (cant be nice to these hoes)
You know you cant control these hoes (no, no, no)
You know you cant control these hoes (cant control these hoes)
You know you cant control these hoes
What she do, she jumped out of her sleep and left the pad at a quarter to two
Thats on you, you shoulda put your foot in her ass, like a pimps supposed to do
But instead of goin upside da head
You bought her a 5 karat wit your bread
And then she went and gave her homeboy Ted some head
I aint tellin on her, Im just sayin, what you do
When your bitch out of bounds and you dont know what to do
What we do, we check em from the gate, to keep a bitch straight
Its on you, see you can take her out and buy her all types of things
Yous a fool, cause when she leave you, for what he do
Youll see fool
Me and you, thats what you thought til your ass got caught
Shame on you, and now I understand why my momma used to tell me that
Aint that true, you cant make a queen out a motherfuckin hoodrat
Game on you, cause now you back at your momma house
And you sleepin on tha copeasack
Whats she do, I gave her the keys to my 74 Cadillac
Say it aint true, she let a nigga drive it, ask tha homie Battlecat
Whatchu do, put my foot in her ass and mashed tha gas
You know me, and ever since that day my nigga, Ive been P I M P
Thats your boo, but she know every nigga in the Roc-A-Fella Crew
Thats on you, baby blow too much, I mean she know too much
Thats my boo, its all about who she did and where she been
I love you, you shouldnt a told her that, you should a smacked her flat
Shame on you (shame on you), your so in love you fittin to get a tattoo
That aint cool (that aint cool), love is blind and no friend of mine
If I was you, Id a packed her bags and bust anotha bitch thats bad
Game got rules, if you lose a ho, you gotta gain a ho
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