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dj paul - bitches ain't shit lyrics

[hook – snoop]
b-tches ain’t sh-t but hoes and tricks
l!ck on these nuts and suck the d-ck
gets the f-ck out after you’re done
and i hops in my ride to make a quick run

[verse 1 – dr. dre]
i used to know a b-tch named eric wright
we used to roll around and f-ck the hoes at night
tighter than a motherf-cka with the gangsta beats
and we was balling on the motherf-cking compton streets
peep, the sh-t got deep and it was on
number 1 song after number 1 song
long as my motherf-cking pockets was fat
i didn’t give a f-ck where the b-tch was at
but she was hanging with a white b-tch doing the sh-t she do
sucking on his d-ck just to get a buck or 2
and the few ends she got didn’t mean nothing
now she’s suing cause the sh-t she be doing ain’t sh-t
b-tch can’t hang with the streets, she found herself short
so now she’s taking me to court
it’s real conversation for your -ss
so recognize, and p-ss to daz

[verse 2 – daz]
now as i’m rolling with my n-gga dre and eastwood
f-cking hoes, clocking dough – up to no good
we flip-flop and serve hoes like flapjacks
(snoop: but we don’t love them hoes) b-tch, and it’s like that
this is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
you run up in them hoes and grab the cash
and get your dash on
while you’re chilling with your homies and sh-t
and how my n-ggas kick the anthem like this
(snoop: beyach!)

[hook]

[verse 3 – kurupt]
to the store, to get me a 4-0
snoop doggy-dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
so i head down the street to long beach
just so i could meet a freak
to l!ck me from my head to my feet
and i’m here, now i’m ready to be done up
nothing but homies around, so i puts my gun up
b-tches on my nuts like clothes
but i’m from tha pound and “we don’t love them hoes”
how could you trust a ho? (snoop: why?)
cause a ho’s a trick
we don’t love them tricks (snoop: why?)
cause a trick’s a b-tch
and my d-ck’s constantly in her mouth
and turning them trick–ss hoes the f-ck out now

[verse 4 – snoop]
i once had a b-tch named mandy may
used to be all in them guts like every day
the p-ssy was the bomb, had a n-gga on sprung
i was in love like a motherf-cka, l!cking the pearl tongue
the homies used to tell me that she wasn’t no good
but i’m the maniac in black, mr. snoop eastwood
so i figure n-ggas wouldn’t trip with mine
guess what? got gaffled by one-time
i’m back to the motherf-cking county jail
6 months on my chest, now it’s time to bail
i gets released on a hot sunny day
my n-gga d.o.c. and my homey dr. dre
scooped in a coupe, “snoop we got news
your girl was tricking while you was draped in your county blues”
i ain’t been out a second
and already gotta do some motherf-cking chin-checkin’
move up the block as we groove down the block
see my girl’s house, “dre, p-ss the glock”
kick in the do’, i look on the flo’
it’s my little cousin daz and he’s f-cking my ho, yo
(b-tches ain’t sh-t)
i un-c-ck my sh-t…i’m heart-broke but i’m still loc’ed
man, f-ck a b-tch!

[hook]

[verse 5 – jewell]
i don’t give a f-ck about a b-tch
but i and her know that they can’t fade this
cause i’m doin my own thing down with the sw-ng
i’m hanging with death row like it ain’t no thang
i say you know you can’t deal, cause i’m a b-tch that’s real
motherf-ckers need to step back, h-ll yeah they need to chill
because i don’t give a f-ck, and i don’t give a f-ck
and i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck
and now i gotta do some sh-t that’s clean
but when i’m on a d-ck, h-ll yeah, i get real mean, hah
like a washing machine i can wash the clothes
all the hoes knows that i’m on the flo’, ho
but they can’t hang with my type on sw-ng
i ain’t trying to say i suck every ding-a-lang
but just the juicy ones with the tip of the tongue
and then they’re sprung, and with the nuts hung
(b-tches ain’t sh-t)

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