Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ho's a Housewife, artist - Dr. Dre.
Date of issue: 28.04.2014
Song language: English
Ho's a Housewife |
Now this this is one of them occasions |
where the homies not doin it right |
I mean he found him a hoe that he like |
But you can’t make a hoe a housewife |
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end |
a bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man’s best friend |
So what you found you a hoe that you like |
But you can’t make a hoe a housewife (wife) |
I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip |
Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip |
(Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guilty |
You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy |
She on the dillzy, I take advantage |
All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin Spanish |
I’m mannish — get yo’nails out my back |
Slut I’m bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo’cat |
Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude |
Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes |
Dollar signs are folded, I can’t control it Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded |
She sweatin me, won’t let me, broad turned fraud |
Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh |
Man it’s a trip I don’t trip I’m in yo’Lexus flexin |
I left her up in Dallas, Texas — assed-out |
Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like Bunny |
Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Norstrom sales with abortion money |
I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her |
Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe’s erotica |
Exotic — she’s psychotic, rockin his Nautica |
Soon he’ll need antibiotics (sucka bitch) |
Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody |
You be like, Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia? |
Fool I pity ya We live in the city off, ballers |
with more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya |
Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her |
to the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like, Rico |
That’s when I caught a Vision like Coleco |
A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough |
Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and Pico |
At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?) |
I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we’ll fuck her friends |
I said I dip, dive, what can I say? |
Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O.J. |
Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip |
And bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks |
I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes |
I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes |
Lil’Almond Joy, I truly enjoy |
if you blew my balls, right through my drawers |
Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot |
From the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lot |
I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters |
The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin |
Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh) |
Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz |
Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate |
Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak |
That ain’t shit new, I thought you knew (what?) |
I knew you would, you wish you could |
break a G down, break me down |
But I’ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. |
style |
Lil'½ Dead |
Lil'½ Dead the money jumped out to say |
ol’Snoop Dogg on the look out boy? |
Yeahhh |
He gotta be MORE than ½ Dead |
if he don’t fill my motherfuckin drink up! |
Or fill your motherfuckin mouth up Ahhhhhh-HAHAhahahahAHAHH |
I don’t think so! |