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mack 10 - h-o-e-k (featuring k-dee) lyrics

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oh
shake your -ss
k-dee bayby
he’s hard on his hoez

this is h-o-e-killa all day, thrilla
p-ssy thrilla come in smootha than a miller
genuine draft ben you in half
fishin’ ’cause my mish in is to gettin’ you and stab

you with this ginsoo, then you ah see that i don’t give a f-ck
i’m trip off them hoez that say they neva suck d-ck
but i’m to slick i bet i make them switch
then you hear me scream, “make the music with yo mouth b-tch”

i play ’em hard bogard when i met ’em like roch-lle
ooh, suck d-ck so swell
yea, it don’t stop jus, uh get it, get it
head down -ss up so i can hit it, hit it

uh, it’s on like that always look in fo some action
make in ’em neva breath again like that hoe name toni braxton
call me the boat knocka, i blast like banoka
oh my, i can’t deny, i’m high off that chocolate

ty get my clown on daily
don’t nutt in come free, see b-tch this is k-dee
still try in ta ban this skanless brotha
un nother claim inn true from the crew that unda cova

still lench mob in got ta let them b-tches know
flow original, i got ta let my richies grow
so check one, check two, test these nuts, uh
i’m them guts of them hoez with the big b-tts

i dig um, smack um, slap um, on the -ss
out with a tank full of gas and a pocket full of cash
i’m paid, in fact, i’m ah mack with 10
times mo game, now tell me who you blame

i’m a hoe killa
i’m a hoe killa
(h-o-e-k, all m-th-f-ckin’ day)

i’m a hoe killa
i’m a hoe killa
(h-o-e-k, all m-th-f-ckin’ day)

mack 10, comin’ straight outta plain inglewood
he got to ups on your hoez
uh, and you know that, and you know that

i knew this girl name wonda that drove a honda wagon
a bad -ss b-tch but always bragin’
about this, that and the other
it’s like every n-gg- ballin’ was her big brother

she knew the 411 on everyone of them
but swore up and down she wasn’t f-ckin’ with none of them
had n-gg-s on her like decals buyin’ her jewels
’cause the -ss was like booyah

she was the perfect b-tch
let her tell it but the hoe was full of so much bullsh-t, i could smell it
and i could tell she was a no good ho
’cause she always want to meet the n-gg-s that i know

first cube, k-dee and i bet if you let me mention pooh
then the b-tch i’ll get soken wet
wantin’ to do it, just to say she done it
let him nut on her stomach ’cause he got a five hunit

benzo but you know how hos is
they itchin’ fo the chickens and the n-gg-s in show biz
with out the chips no dips or the hotteys
but 10 i’ll kick a b-tch like he doin’ karate

in the body ’round house to the ribs with my gangsta boots
man, i brakes they -ss off to the roots
this h-o-e-k all m-th-f-ckin’ day
and wouldn’t have it no other way

so lock the door, hit the floor
and if you hear any noise
you know, it’s that n-gg- mack 10 nuttin’ up on a hoe

i’m a hoe killa
i’m a hoe killa
(h-o-e-k, all m-th-f-ckin’ day)

i’m a hoe killa
i’m a hoe killa
(h-o-e-k, all m-th-f-ckin’ day)

h-o-e-k, all m-th-f-ckin’ day
h-o-e-k, all m-th-f-ckin’ day

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