"Stank Ass Ho" as written by Larry Muggerud and Louis Freese....
Once again, we back Now all these new niggaz tryin' to bust grips Keep tryin' and I'm shittin' all over yo tapes And yo CDs, you see these Niggaz wit the weed leaves, you need these Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka, sicka The rhyme spitter, spittin' over the transmitter I got double platinum records on the wall While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall Cats wanna try me, you must be high 'Cause you havin' fuckin' illusions, no lie What you usin'? Gimme some of that shit you fakin' it (Shit) Any little title you got, I'm takin' it You can't have it, you didn't earn it Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss What movie you livin' in and how much did it cost? What role are you playin'? I'm only sayin' You're the record gettin' played and I'm DJ'in Playin' you, playin' you, and playin' you Decayin' you, I'm tyin' and breakin' you You're a weak ass hoe, punk slow yo role You're nothin' but a clone, with nothin' to show You're a weak ass hoe, need a style of your own You're a weak ass hoe, you're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga) Leave me alone, punk nigga wit no flow (Carbon copyin muthafucka) (You ain't shit) You're a weak ass hoe, you're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk) (Eat a dick) Now look at her over there lookin' all fine (Damn) Shakin' her ass, tellin' me to grab from behind Please don't mind me, you'll find me (Don't mind) Rollin' the pine trees, women askin' to sign these Well okay, but you're gonna get me in trouble Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double I'll be in that corner table wit my homies (Right over there) Gettin' stoney tryin' to avoid the phonies Huh, what you askin'? Do I got plastic To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets? (No) Do I got a big home? Do I live alone? (No) Can I use yo cell phone? Feelin' my bone She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly I don't think so, you stink, hoe The chain in yo brain is missin' a link, hoe Please back up, I know you look good But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch (That's right, you're a stank hoe!) You're a stank ass hoe Tryin' to get dough, leave me alone 'Cause you can't roll, you're a stank ass hoe Nut ridin' pro, you're a stank ass hoe A stank ass hoe, leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat) You can't roll, you're a stank ass hoe (You can't roll) A stank ass hoe, you're a stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe) (Dick suckin tramp) (Bring it back homie, come on, huh) Here goes another example to begin' it With a twist like pussy I'm in it (Yeah, yeah) When I look at me, I look and see (Baby whatchu lookin' at) How long it took for you to throw the book at me Damn, that shit hurts, but I put in work (Hurts) These niggaz are like germs, over the counter they lurk And smirk when you fall down, I calm down (I know) And put the anti bacterial assault down Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best Comparin' you to me is like a nigga to the cess Never settle for stress, or wack rappers I'm rockin' outta the West and rockin' the East after You're a bitch ass hoe, knockin' on my door Leave me alone, 'cause you got no soul You're a bitch ass hoe, need to find a place to go (Trick ass hoe) You're a bitch ass hoe, you're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas) Don't touch the microphone, you're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick) You're a bitch ass hoe, leave me alone Got no place to go, you're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)


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"Stank Ass Hoe" as written by Larry Muggerud, Louis Freese

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