CYPRESS HILL - Stank Ass Hoe lyrics
rate me[sen dog]<br>Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha<br>Once again, ha ha ha<br>We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha<br><br>[b-real]<br>Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips<br>Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes<br>And yo cds, you see these<br>Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these<br>Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka<br>The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor<br>I got double platinum records on the wall<br>While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall<br>Cats wanna try me, you must be high<br>Cause you havin fuckin +illusions+, no lie, what you usin? <br>Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it<br>Any little title you got, I'm takin it<br>You can't have it, you didn't earn it<br>Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it<br>Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss<br>What movie you livin in and how much did it cost? <br>What role are you playin? I'm only sayin<br>You're the record gettin played and I'm dj'in<br>Playin you, playin you, and playin you<br>Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)<br><br>Chorus: b-real (sen dog)<br>You're a weak ass hoe<br>Punk slow yo role<br>You're nothin but a clone<br>With nothin to show<br>You're a weak ass hoe<br>Need a style of your own<br>You're a weak ass hoe<br>You're a weak ass hoe (punk ass nigga)<br>Leave me alone (carbon copyin muthafucka)<br>Punk nigga wit no flow (you ain't shit)<br>You're a weak ass hoe (fuck your little record, punk)<br>You're a weak ass hoe (eat a dick)<br><br>[b-real]<br>Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine<br>Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind<br>Please don't mind me, you'll find me<br>Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these<br>Well ok, but you're gonna get me in trouble<br>Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double<br>I'll be in that corner table wit my homies<br>Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies<br>Huh, what you askin? do I got plastic<br>To buy you and yo friends drinks? do I have assets? <br>Do I got a big home? do I live alone? <br>Can I use yo cell phone? , feelin my bone<br>She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me<br>Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly<br>I don't think so, you stink, hoe<br>The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe<br>Please back up, I know you look good<br>But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch<br>(ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)<br><br>Chorus: b-real (sen dog)<br>You're a stank ass hoe<br>Tryin to get dough<br>Leave me alone<br>Cause you can't roll<br>You're a stank ass hoe<br>Nut ridin pro<br>You're a stank ass hoe<br>A stank ass hoe<br>Leave me alone (broke ass hoodrat)<br>You can't roll (you can't roll)<br>You're a stank ass hoe<br>A stank ass hoe (stank ass hoe)<br>You're a stank ass hoe (dick suckin tramp)<br>(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)<br>(bring it back homie, come on, huh)<br><br>[b-real]<br>Here goes another example to begin it<br>With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it<br>When I look at me, I look and see<br>How long it took for you to throw the book at me<br>Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work<br>These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk<br>And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down<br>And put the anti-bacterial assault down<br>Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best<br>Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess<br>Never settle for stress, or wack rappers<br>I'm rockin the outta the west and rockin the east (? )<br><br>Chorus: b-real (sen dog)<br>(punk ass nigga)<br>You're a bitch ass hoe<br>Knockin on my door<br>Leave me alone<br>Cause you got no soul<br>You're a bitch ass hoe (trick ass hoe)<br>Need to find a place to go<br>You're a bitch ass hoe (punk ass niggas)<br>You're a bitch ass hoe<br>Don't touch the microphone<br>You're a bitch ass hoe (eat a muthafuckin dick)<br>You're a bitch ass hoe<br>Leave me alone<br>Got no place to go<br>You're a bitch ass hoe (trick ass hoe)<br>*humming*
