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poison clan - somethin' 4 you raggedy ho's lyrics

verse 1: jt money

uh, a-1-2-1-2, check it out, on the mic, we got tonight
check it out, madd ball in the house, a-come on
bustdown’s in the house tonight, a-come on, yours truly
jt in the house, come on, we got the whole pc in the
house, come on, and we sendin’ this one out to all, you
stinkin’, -ss, motherf-ckin’
b-tches, listen to this here, no time to be sincere
’cause this just a diss here
my att-tude toward b-tches is rude
don’t wanna see ’em unless they’re in the nude
so then it’s off with the clothes
now i’m a low-life, with no wife, you know how that sh-t goes
see, i expect a lil’ somethin’
i hope you don’t, ’cause hoe, you gets nothin’!
all i got is straight pipe, and back-bone
and when i’m finished, put your clothes on and go home
hurry up and don’t act like a deaf, toots
’cause i’m quick to catch fists and throw left hooks
to the foreheads of all b-tches
i just wanna hang around and pipe ’em, then i splak ’em down
it’s just the game i play
i long-d-ck them hoes, and send ’em on they way
’cause i’m a cold-hearted n-gga with no feelings
for a b-tch or a mutt, but i’m out for that b-tt
but i believe in safe s-x
so p-ss the latex or gimme straight neck
see, i ain’t tryin’ to get burnt or stabbed
by a b-tch with an itch, or a p-ssy like a campfire
see, i’m the motherf-ckin’ woman-izer –
oops, i mean b-tch-izer, plus i’m rich and wiser
but b-tches don’t look in my pocket
could you let the cat out the bag and let me knock it?
sh-t, just how the game’s played
i lie to get down, bang the boots and get paid
’cause see, that money gotta be right first
so b-tch, get the rubbers, and i’ll get your purse
respect the game, that’s how it goes
lil’ somethin’ for ya raggly–ss hoes!

yo bustdown, whatcha gon’ do with this, my n-gga??

verse 2: bustdown

you go jack be nimble, jack be quick
if you don’t suck d-ck, trick-b-tch, you ain’t sh-t
see, i’ma hit you with the phrase that pays
5′ 10″, brown skin, with d-ck for days
to all you hoes, take a chill pill
’cause i’m on the mic, gettin’ hype with the real deal
i take a rhyme to the limit
i drink a 40, take the mic and diss a b-tch in a minute
to all you ladies, i don’t mean to insult ya
you feel dissed and you’re p-ssed, and for that i can’t fault ya
but see, i fell in love a couple of times
and all i got was cramps and a mind full of b-tch-rhymes
they want a n-gga livin’ large
they wanna give you the p-ssy, a quick nut and a rape charge
i know they’re nothin’ but jail bait
but when i jump on stage, ?geronimo?, them hoes tailgate
but them hoes only get clowned
straight-up d-cked down, and then i skip town
that’s why i need a for-real hoe
’cause i’ll kick a weak freak to the curb with a steel-toe
and they’ll break you if you let ’em
so i tell the truth about them hoes and i let keith sweat ’em
so tell me, why should i slang like powder
when i cam run game on a b-tch and talk her out her last dollar
see, i’m smooth like tile
i get buck wild, i even f-ck wild
i play a n-gga like the next man
f-ck his main b-tch, and at the weddin’, be the best man!

jt: yeah, it’s like that and ya don’t quit!
but check it out, i’m ‘finna bust this ill sh-t!

verse 3: jt money; rasta verse: madd ball

[jt money] jt, a n-gga with d-ck to go ’round
slangin’ pipe, d-ckin’ all the hoes down
collect b-tches by the dozen
f-cked my own cousin, make a b-tch leave her husband
i put a b-tch in the choke-hole
i hate a broke hoe, so hit the door, hoe!
i need a b-tch with a n-gga that’s payin’
so she could buy me a place to stay in
i can’t be workin’ for a livin’
b-tch, i’m out to get, not to be givin’
’cause i’m a godd-mn player
i leave a b-tch sprung out on me, after i lay ya
and i’ma get the hoe’ riches
madd ball, kick somethin’ for these raggedy–ss b-tches!
[madd ball] i used to f-ck sheena, but now i’m f-ckin’ jill
go a red lobster, made the b-tch pay de bill
some a dem a (??) but everybody fi’ just chill
‘ja blood claat girl, watch de deal!
sho’ nuff she givin’ the head up at her will
so never get pregnant just because (?) de pill
p-ss me a rubber let me show ya some sk!lls
(????????) the top like a windmill
so everybody, everybody fi’ just chill
it’s not my fault, b-tch, ya know ya got bills
(?????) p-ssy, girl, ya musta been ill
dis is the posion clan, girl, ya betta chill
muve ya blood claat, ya know how it go
this one dedicate’ to them raggedy–ss hoes!

outro: jt money and bustdown
[jt] true, somethin’ for you raggedy b-tches from my n-gga
madd ball, from me, jt money the b-tch-izer, from my
n-gga bustdown, you know what i’m sayin’?
[bd] so yo, this is dedicated to all you raggly–ss hoes, and
to all you jealous–ss n-ggas, especially in new orleans!

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