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r.a. the rugged man - hookin' with the hookers lyrics

[intro]
hurragh!
yo, r.a.? get these b-tches on my house, man, what’s goin’ on?!
yo, this is rocking real!
blaow!!!

[hook]
fat b-tch (hookin’ with the hookers!)
stank wh0r- (hookin’ with the hookers!)
cave b-tches (hookin’ with the hookers!)
smelly sn-tch (hookin’ with the hookers!)

[verse 1: r.a. the rugged man]
rrarrghoh, check out the flow but the brothers can’t get with the program
but they b-tches don’t debate us they respected now (?)
so play this rock a b-tch like amadeus (suck my d-ck!) i don’t let ’em
the man gibbs is in the house, ya better know this cat
i got my basket case shirt on my back
so i got 10 joe so i f-ck 10 hoes
i got more raps then ya mother got d-ld-s
and i suppose, i take off the phat b-tches clothes
then i feel upon a fat b-tches rolls
i drink ya blood of an ignoramus got to have a pregnancy test
i dismember a million dead rabbits, why do you do it to me?!
i don’t care who she be that i stick any fat booty, i see
now i’m impressed by the cap, pick up the mic slow would ya get me now!

[verse 2: glen gibbs]
stick ’em up, shut your idol up, aw f-ck
i got the b-tches turning tricks doing backflips to this funky stuff
enough’s enough it’s time to get down, and i mean on it
not like this punk -ss b-tch kids who claim they the hardest
just grab the mic, pick it up and do your thang
if you get some props, cool but if not you’ll proper get a karate kick
so reminisce on this quick
and bust and boom the cats, rats growing like a f-cking monsoon
you know they hitting hard word up, cuz i’m hard at hitting
i’m leaving mc sh-tting and girls extremely dripping
so check the fact -ss black dope enough to slay
‘cos hey, hey, cap, don’t give a motherf-ck what they say

[verse 3: capital t]
aw sh-t, give me a drink, b-tch
give me a drink because these n-ggas on the brink
now who am i let’s try a stiff one i’m that tight maniac
so get the f-ck back or get ya -ss cracked
n-gga like i don’t f-ck around, i don’t play-play
i rip sh-t, backflips and i’m (?) like o.j
crustified n-ggas pullin’ triggers on the flip
tip, with the dibbs (?) bring ya f-ckin’ whips
therefore, i’m do it on ya handle
the n-ggas talkin’ sh-t but you see i do-ray-me yo
‘cos i hit a hoe, i make a hoe take a bath
hit the hoe, make it last swing around her sn-tch (whoo sh-t!)
you wanna know me? you wanna know me but ya gotta blow me
and when you (?) i let you do my homies

[hook]
(undecipherable) (hookin’ with the hookers!)
hookin’ with the hookers!
hookin’ with the hookers!
michael jackson (hookin’ with the hookers!)

[verse 4: glen gibbs]
(ya big f-ggots)
am brag-a-docious, ferocious i hold this: two-tonne magnificent
rhyme, my n-gga r-a, i knows it’s
attractin’ emcee’s, and hip hop fanatics, addicts
it’s so dope, they got a f-ckin’ habit, but just chill you can’t
stick it in ya vein, pain, ya need the boombox that rock that get into ya brain
as i flip it on and off, and on/off, i flip it
so make some f-cking noise if you down with it (raarg!)
yo ya bought it
i’ll school ya -ss, likes a kid from kindergarten
i take a bat out ya -ss like a hood they robbin’
what you startin’, ya better smarten up
before you get shut down like a sitting duck rip sh-t quick
on the mic, yes, i snap (yo, k!ll ’em, cap!)
now you b-tches know who the f-ck i am?

[verse 5: capital t]
i knew i could flow but you never knew how good
b-tches know i’ll be cos they i’m no good (aah!)
quick where’s my drink, i think i can see clear now
i get so f-ckin’ hype, i do it.. triple sound
‘cos i flip with the lyrics, while my lips
tic-tac-toe a hoe while tip toe thru her tulips
‘cos i get diesel, f-ck evil knievel
it’s not one of my idols, i f-ck-a upon my bibles
it’s lunatic on the music, get ya corny -ss crew
and get ya -ss kicked, let me get ya crustified mad trip
catch a cap thru the back or an axe to the torso
then ya girl ride me like a horse, yo!

(do me, do me like that… ya f-ckin’ wh0r-!)

(it’s the children!)

[verse 6: r.a. the rugged man]
look what she sees, the goal is not crusta-female species
yo, baby, i get props, he chased this girl for in her species
and with that b, ya better batter me
you front on real motherf-ckers, i could p-ss on your whole posse
raaaorrgh, i might not be cute, without a second doubt
with my (??) pick up the boots, so don’t test, arrest this testis
i put my n-ts-ck in your raps until she looks like dizzy gillespie
why no team better than meeee now
(?) on ya t-tties
i got my (?)

[hook]

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