DJ DRAMA & FABOLOUS - Mo Cars Mo Hos lyrics

rate me

Ya know I rhyme a few bars so I could buy a few cars

Kick a few flows so I could get a few hoes

I get bored quick, I switch cars every 5 days

It looks like a traffic jam in my driveway

Got em bumper 2 bumper, Dey come with the lumber

'07 and '06, I'm jumpin da numbers

She thumbin her number, I hump her and dump her

Make her gimme head face like she pumpin a jumper

They know I'm hood rich, Donald Trump of the pumpers

I run with the shooters, Forest Gump with the dumpers

Lambo Loso flyin spur spiz

Got ya bitch on the right, She mindin her biz

You ain't never seen a face fine as hers is

Ya lame ass prolly home mindin her kids

Bad ass son say all kind of curses

Grown daughter wearin heels and designer purses

I prolly whell em past, 20's pokin out tires

Ya Robin William ass Playin Mrs. Doubtfire

You get ya mouth wired, Like a money transfer

You call my phone again, I might just let ya honey answer

House full of hoes, They call me the bunny rancher

The young Dennis Hoff, Holla at me when it's soft

Ha Ha, Ya'll know who it is

The make it rain man, Mr. Dustin Hoffman himself

West Philly Freck, Street Fam

Sizzle records, C.B.L

Ya'll know what it is, I got that cranberry thing parked outside right now

With that oatmeal inside

Like ya cereal bowl in the mornin nigga

Let's do it, West Philly

Ya need a mule 4 the work nigga, I kno master

This little bitch named Jackie, We call her Onassis

And we don't use the bank nigga, We do it old-fashioned

Right on top of the box spring, No matress

King size, But right now it's full of cash

Niggas call me the dentist, They know I pull it fast

I know you hatin niggas wanna let ya bullets blast

The SLR fully armored, With da bullet glass

I got my cleets on, You'll never catch me slippin black

Red white and blue tags, Call em the Diplomats

It's a fact, You would think I had immunity

I came from a hood nigga not a community

Trump towers, You ain't got the same room as me

I spray ya whole click, Killin ya'll in unity

Philly Freck got more bars more flows(Mo Cars Mo Hoes)

If it cost a quarter mill, Den trust me ya boy got it

If it cost a hundred thou, Trust me I boycott it

We make it rain in the club, Them other dudes cheap

I pass dat paper out, Sort of like it's looseleaf

Thanks to Wilhelm for correcting these lyrics