Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Recipe Of A Hoe , by - Boss. Release date: 31.12.1992
Song language: English
Recipe Of A Hoe |
| Guess who? |
| The down ass bitch BO$$! |
| Speakin' on how ya dick’ll be getting' |
| Shot clear the fuck off! |
| If ya keep, talkin' that shit 'cause all bitches ain’t hoes! |
| And I’m-a be the one to let ya stray ass know, niggaro! |
| So many bitches |
| Ya keep a file on em' |
| State to state dick! |
| Ya draws got too many motha fuckin miles on em'! |
| But then again so many fakin' the fuck |
| Claimin' they getting' it, |
| But on the real they really ain’t getting shit |
| Steadily stressin' you knockin the boots |
| Yo nigga please! |
| You’s a nappy headed havin', hoe ass rooty poot g! |
| And any bitch can see for her damn self |
| Niggas that’s talkin' the most shit ain’t even buldgin' up under |
| Them belts! |
| Ya fake ass want to be a pimp mother fucker! |
| Ya heard me right brother, this bitch here don’t stutter! |
| You no where next to the pimp you wanting to be, oh no |
| Getting your nut on the solo from get go was a no no! |
| Don’t even think about steppin' to me see! |
| I’m tellin' ya like it izzzz nigga… |
| I know the fuckin' recipe! |
| Hook: |
| Yep ya gotta, |
| Yep yep ya gotta, |
| Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe |
| (gotta let a hoe be a hoe) |
| Hoooooe! |
| If yous a tramp ass nigga or no good nigga you get dissed quick! |
| But ain’t no tellin ya know my personalities split |
| I could just gank you for |
| Your shit without a warning |
| Or fuck it! |
| Shoot you now and get all this |
| Shit over with by the morning! |
| Fuck yeah! |
| I’m feelin' on full too |
| Shit! |
| Another reason ya hoe cards pulled fool |
| I’m down with all this shit you poppin' |
| Hell fuck Naw! |
| I don’t want to put a stoppin' to your hoe hoppin' |
| 'cause when ya' runnin the motha fuckin streets |
| In between the sheets every |
| Week screwin freak after freak |
| BO$$ is straight kickin' in the do' at ya crib |
| With enough time to kill a 40 O.Z. |
| that’s how I live! |
| Jackin' for cash and jewelry and all that shit |
| Then off to the pawn shop to get another fat ass grip |
| And that’s exactly how it is g! |
| On the real tip. |
| tip…tip. |
| I know the fuckin' recipe! |
| Hook: (repeat) |
| And ya too cool ass niggas tickle me! |
| Ain’t nothin stranger |
| Than you thinkin' that yous a big dick dangler |
| 'cause nothins goin on but this rent |
| So I wish you would! |
| Come with that dick shit, |
| Fuck you and ya' manhood |
| Huh! |
| Respect for a nigga, I ain’t got it see |
| Perverted ass rusty |
| Bastards, be all musty and shit be |
| Then always want to hug up |
| You say, «what up?», they ready to stick it in, |
| I ain’t no mingler |
| So I’m puttin' |
| Up my middle finger |
| Yo! |
| I’m through with all the bullshit… |
| (awww bitch eat a dick up til ya hiccup) |
| Naw trick! |
| Eat this clit up til' ya spit up |
| Ya need to be givin this shit up! |
| Bet ya didn’t know humpin' everything |
| That wiggle and jiggle will make that dick shrivel |
| Punks be wit ya on, and on, and on til' the break a dawn |
| Once ya pregnant its a different segment |
| The nigga gone with the quickness! |
| Only thing you’ll get from the «be «Is put quick on the shit list! |
| So to the ladies if you’re asking |
| Me how I figure they just some mo, |
| No good, pussy hungry ass |
| Niggas.niggas… |
| Outro: (repeat hook) |