DJ PAUL - Beatin These Hoes Down lyrics
rate me(feat. Lord Infamous)
[Chorus]
Real, real nigga believe in beating them hoes down
Real, Real, real nigga believe in beating them hoes down, push her
Real, real nigga believe in beating them hoes down
Real, real, real nigga believe in beating them hoes down. push her
Real, real Nigga believe in beating them hoes down
Real, real, real nigga believe in beating them hoes down, push her
Real, real nigga believe in beating them hoes down
Real, real, real nigga believe in beating hoes down
Push her head into the wall until you hear that cracking sound
Real, real nigga believe in beating them hoes down
Push her head into the wall until you hear that cracking sound
Real, real nigga believe in beating them hoes down
Push her head into the wall until you hear that cracking sound
Real, real nigga believe in beating them hoes down
Push her head into the wall until you hear that cracking sound
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Sometimes I be wanting to take my fist and beat these bitches badly
Check them tramps, I neva nap cause Scarecrow gotta have the
Dividen's, there's plenty ends for managing those prostitutes
Kicking that black bitch in her big end so hard that she picking the skin up
off my boots
My brother has always said don't have no mercy on these hoes
Make them walk the strip until they wearing out they shoe soles
And ever since then I cant stand to see a bitch with a dollar
It mess me up that funky bitch cause I'll a
Bitch you got to work, go to work, Do some dirt
Bring Lord Infamous back some money before you get yo ass hurt
Bitch, You betta meet yo fucking quota
Bitch you betta wise up
Fuck around and get yo ass put in the pile-driver
Busta mother fucka pain hennessey across ya fucking head
Hit you in the knee cap with a pipe and try to break yo leg
Man there's plenty money to be made In the M-Town
Niggaz betta learn you gotta beat a funky bitch down
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[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
One day me and Paul was chilling in the cut dog, just gliding
A couplea bitches I knew ask for a ride
We just cruising, just a little pimping
Rollin blunts and bumping
Paul ask the bitch you wanna hit the hotel or something?
The hoes were with it so we fell up in the La Corta
And we smoking mega blunts and sipping on that grape fruit Gin
Now the bitches fucked up and the Scarecrow spitting crazy game
Paul in the corner getting his dick sucked by the otha dame
Now I got the stallion coming on up out them draws
Oh lord now its type to bang the walls, bang the walls
Now we through but I still think the hoes don't get the picture
Fired up the roach and hit the rest of the liquor
(So whats up where you want us to drop you off to?)
Next thing I know she coming out her purse with a deuce, deuce
I started busting, with the 80 out the ankle holster
Two wounded bitches in the hotel fucking with LoCstaz.
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