THE BOSS HOG BARBARIANS - Hell No, Ho! lyrics

rate me

[C.T.:] Beatminerz and the Barbarians BITCH

[Zone:] Aiyyo Mr. Walt gimme some of that dirty basement

[Zone:] Beatminerz shit y'knahmsayin? Like

[beat comes in]

[C.T.:] Uh-huh

[Zone:] Yeah yeah that's dope, YO!

[Zone:] Don't make me do "Q&A Part II"

[Zone:] I'm sick of y'all askin me the same stupid-ass questions

[Zone:] over and over again, ay bitch don't worry about

[Zone:] askin me all that, just fill up my drink

[Zone:] and, do your damn job (check it)

[J-Zone:]

Hell... no... ho!

I ain't no MySpace member, that's an impersonator

If I gotta use a laptop to catch a date

I'd rather call up my hoodrat ex and masturbate

Hell no ho! Can't have a free copy

of this album cause you cute, take yo' ass to the sto'

You can do me a favor though... no?

Well then you better check {?} gimme some dome or gimme dollars

Hell no ho! I ain't sweatin Lucy no mo'

That's a rap, that crush died like four years back

Interviewers stay current, Old Maid Billionaires wasn't a group

It was one album and that's that

Hell no ho! Michael Jackson ain't do that

Ehh, well maybe he did, that muh'fucker loves kids too much

Fuck it, he's still my dog, and when I tell a bitch be gone

"She's Out of My Life" is still my song, c'mon

Hell... no... ho! Negative, nothin, nada

Handouts, dumb-ass questions, don't bother

(Hey man, let me borrow a dollar) WHAT? Never

Here's some cents/sense, I'ma do you one better

[Celph Titled:]

Hell... no... ho!

Won't spend a dime on you bitches unless it's Mickey D's

Or maybe groceries, you need to cook me chicken fricasees

Or should I say, fricase, freak-a-say, freak I say

You gettin on knees and please, kids outside of shows and cyphers

Hell no I ain't spittin frees, bitch unless I'm gettin G's

Hell no ho! Me and Zone won't answer race questions

Faggots we in the detergent aisle, cause we far from crackers

Ain't a producer, I'm a rapper who makes beats

I write my own lyrics, you talk shit you get your face beat

Hell no ho! Never got beatdown in a fair one

Never got choked, never been punked, never ran from

Anyone believin those rumors keep thinkin 'bout me

My name ring bells in this rap industry undoubtedly

Hell no ho! I'm not from New York or Boston or CT

I'm from Tampa, got an issue come and see me

Demigodz, Army of the Pharaohs, yeah I run with them

Loyal to my family, Equilibrium, my next of kin

Hell no ho! Ain't from the projects or the suburbs

I'm from Waters & Armenia Ave, with Cubans and Colombians

They speakin fast, creepin past, section eight when heaters blast

My cousin's up the street on Florida Ave, involved in that

Hell no ho! I ain't religious but I don't hate Christians

Told you in "Eat a Dick Up" I went to private school, you didn't listen

And yeah I really got guns, won't pull mine

Until I find somebody worthy enough for the jail time

[scratches:] "Hell fuckin no you stupid motherfucker!"

"Suck on that, you bitch-ass trick!"