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Tytuł: Housewife

  • Wykonawca: Dr.Dre
  • Wy¶wietleń: 251

  
   Chorus: Kurupt
  
  Now this this is one of them occasions
  where the homies not doin it right
  I mean he found him a hoe that he like
  But you can't make a hoe a housewife
  And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
  a bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man's best friend
  So what you found you a hoe that you like
  But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife)
  
  [Dr. Dre]
  I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip
  Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip
  (Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guilty
  You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy
  She on the dillzy, I take advantage
  All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin Spanish
  I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back
  Slut I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat
  Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude
  Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes
  Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it
  Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded
  She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud
  Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh
  Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin
  I left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-out
  
  Chorus
  
  [Hittman]
  Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like Bunny
  Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Norstrom sales with abortion money
  I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her
  Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica
  Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his Nautica
  Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch)
  Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody
  You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?"
  Fool I pity ya
  We live in the city off, ballers
  with more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya
  Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her
  to the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like, Rico
  That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco
  A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough
  Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and Pico
  
  [Kurupt]
  At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?)
  I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll fuck her friends
  I said I dip, dive, what can I say?
  Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O.J.
  Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip
  And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
  I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes
  I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes
  Lil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoy
  if you blew my balls, right through my drawers
  Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot
  From the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lot
  I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters
  The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin
  Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh)
  Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz
  Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate
  Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
  That ain't shit new, I thought you knew (what?)
  I knew you would, you wish you could
  break a G down, break me down
  But I'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. style
  
  Chorus
  
  {*door slams*}
  
  [D.O.C.]
  Lil' 1/2 Dead
  
  [1/2 Dead??]
  Lil' 1/2 Dead the money jumped out to say
  ol' Snoop Dogg on the look out boy?
  
  [D.O.C.]
  Yeahhh
  
  [some hoe]
  He gotta be MORE than 1/2 Dead
  if he don't fill my motherfuckin drink up!
  
  [1/2 Dead??]
  Or fill your motherfuckin mouth up
  
  [D.O.C.]
  Ahhhhhh-HAHAhahahahAHAHH
  
  [some hoe]
  I don't think so!!