Tytuł: Let the ho's go

• Wykonawca: Naughty By Nature
• Wyświetleń: 266

  
   Verse 1: Treach
  
  Bass me face me task the tip of a tastey
  Bitches are sweet as a pastry
  You don't know me homey from a peach or a pony
  I'm the Only now your lyrics look lonely
  Lyrically fortified born I'm immortalised
  Lightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides
  Packed with black positivity and wizardry
  I'm my own body and it built for partyin
  I rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap
  ???? abroad and I represent that ass dat
  shows seniority, lays the foundation
  Bolos and donuts, oh I built the nation
  Keep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched
  Keep your face way away from the rough stuff
  If it ain't rough it ain't rugged
  Either you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded
  >From the intro to end I will flow
  and aslo, yo come let the ho's go
  
  Chorus:
  
  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho's go)
  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
  
  Verse 2: Treach
  
  Meet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin
  Thirsty for action, workin and smackin
  The last of the allies, smoke em up shall I
  or should I? I'm sure to give it a good try
  No need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix
  They've all been blown into dust bits
  Floatin in space, spinnin in infinity
  Part of the start is the end of any identity
  Lost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off
  East, the West, the South, break North
  You'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin a graveyard
  Actin is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard
  I got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back
  I rap like I'm the tops, stay real cos I'm all that
  It's my way on a highway, forget your friends
  cos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin a contact lens
  Let the ho's go
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse 3: Treach
  
  You say you're hittin hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin
  I grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten
  I'm gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later
  He gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader
  You lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough
  then sayin "sorry" like I really give a motherfuck
  You're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?
  A sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya
  At anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause
  I got a double-barrelled pump that's sayin "Give me yours"
  Then I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover
  Cos I have one for this robbery and many others
  Another gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker
  Droppin you and gettin mad if you don't say "Thankyer"
  The clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew
  I gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, naw not after you
  So don't try ta hide or apologise
  Apologies and go meet a French eyes is wise
  So if you know what I mean and have a hop block
  and never ever seen a day when the money stops
  You gotta put up your fists, just to let me know
  Ain't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go
  Let the ho's go
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse 4: Treach
  
  Competition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue
  Throw a watch at me without it being fuckin hung
  Give it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning
  Should've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning
  I let her see the white sheet hit the concrete
  and see that head go off and down from a thousand feet
  Cos the brother's around me don't even play all that
  They see a sheet and a cross, they say "Oh, gimme that"
  Hollow wind in Illtown and don't you be a ghost
  Cos you get your broke or even worst smoked
  Now this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold
  But it had to have the flow to let the ho's go
  Let the ho's go
  
  Chorus extended