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boss hog barbarians - hell no ho! lyrics

[c.t.:] beatminerz and the barbarians b-tch
[zone:] aiyyo mr. walt gimme some of that dirty bas-m-nt
[zone:] beatminerz sh-t y’knahmsayin? like
[beat comes in]
[c.t.:] uh-huh
[zone:] yeah yeah that’s dope, yo!
[zone:] don’t make me do “q&a part ii”
[zone:] i’m sick of y’all askin me the same stupid–ss questions
[zone:] over and over again, ay b-tch don’t worry about
[zone:] askin me all that, just fill up my drink
[zone:] and, do your d-mn job (check it)

[j-zone:]
h-ll… no… ho!
i ain’t no mysp-ce member, that’s an impersonator
if i gotta use a laptop to catch a date
i’d rather call up my hoodrat ex and m-st-rb-t-
h-ll no ho! can’t have a free copy
of this alb-m cause you cute, take yo’ -ss to the sto’
you can do me a favor though… no?
well then you better check {?} gimme some dome or gimme dollars
h-ll no ho! i ain’t sweatin lucy no mo’
that’s a rap, that crush died like four years back
interviewers stay current, old maid billionaires wasn’t a group
it was one alb-m and that’s that
h-ll no ho! michael jackson ain’t do that
ehh, well maybe he did, that muh’f-cker loves kids too much
f-ck it, he’s still my dog, and when i tell a b-tch be gone
“she’s out of my life” is still my song, c’mon

h-ll… no… ho! negative, nothin, nada
handouts, dumb–ss questions, don’t bother
(hey man, let me borrow a dollar) what? never
here’s some cents/sense, i’ma do you one better

[celph t-tled:]
h-ll… no… ho!
won’t spend a dime on you b-tches unless it’s mickey d’s
or maybe groceries, you need to cook me chicken fricasees
or should i say, fricase, freak-a-say, freak i say
you gettin on knees and please, kids outside of shows and cyphers
h-ll no i ain’t spittin frees, b-tch unless i’m gettin g’s
h-ll no ho! me and zone won’t answer race questions
f-ggots we in the detergent aisle, cause we far from crackers
ain’t a producer, i’m a rapper who makes beats
i write my own lyrics, you talk sh-t you get your face beat
h-ll no ho! never got beatdown in a fair one
never got choked, never been punked, never ran from
anyone believin those rumors keep thinkin ’bout me
my name ring bells in this rap industry undoubtedly
h-ll no ho! i’m not from new york or boston or ct
i’m from tampa, got an issue come and see me
demigodz, army of the pharaohs, yeah i run with them
loyal to my family, equilibrium, my next of kin
h-ll no ho! ain’t from the projects or the suburbs
i’m from waters & armenia ave, with cubans and colombians
they speakin fast, creepin past, section eight when heaters blast
my cousin’s up the street on florida ave, involved in that
h-ll no ho! i ain’t religious but i don’t hate christians
told you in “eat a d-ck up” i went to private school, you didn’t listen
and yeah i really got guns, won’t pull mine
until i find somebody worthy enough for the jail time

[scratches:] “h-ll f-ckin no you stupid motherf-cker!”
“suck on that, you b-tch–ss trick!”

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