| Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'
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| Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
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| If you a faker, stop hallucinating
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| Stop procrastinating, we don’t run with traitors
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| We so real, we’re so 'bout it, 'bout it, pimping
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| Ain’t no cash flowing, unless it’s strictly stricken
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| Ain’t no weed blowing, unless you’re going half
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| Ain’t no liquor pouring until you pay your tab
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| Ain’t no bitches bending over backwards
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| Steady pouring something that I (lack)
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| And stack up with money (we're loaded to death)
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| These niggas that’s bummy (they hate me to death)
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| But none of these niggas will step on the scene
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| And go one-on-one, they value their health
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| They know I’ll slap a ho straight to the moon
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| Like I was an animal, sadistic goon
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| Your life is in danger when niggas assume
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| When you fuck around with my money (that's doom)
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| Power to people that hustle like me
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| 24/7 they grind these streets
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| Shine like gemstones when I creep
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| (Ooh) blind mine enemies
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| I don’t know the definition of sleep
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| If I couldn’t starve (I wouldn’t eat)
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| So my main focus is my cheese
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| And slap any ho that don’t heed, ugh
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| If she a prob, if she cool
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| If she a dog, if she rude
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| If she a prob, if she cool
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| If she a dog, if she rude (Yeah!)
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| Slap a ho x8
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| Backing them up, pushing them down
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| Blocks up, I’m knocking them down
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| Coked up, fucking around
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| Pee on the nose, my writing gross
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| Microphone, sipping Patron
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| Breaking the center, slap the dungs
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| Make them sung, like Simone
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| Drawers made by Louis Vuitton
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| What we design, slimes
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| Block clop, fizzy activity
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| Diggity-wiggity, dickity-nickity
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| Wickedy-wickedy, ball out
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| The girls with titties slang dope
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| You make it rain, more
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| Come fly to Ukraine, spazz up
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| Hop in the truck, pop your dog
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| Get tummy tucked, run and duck
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| A Uncle Buck, move with us
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| You cool with us, I do’d them up
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| Like groupie dust, how it sound
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| Coke puffs, who roll the blunt
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| Now, what you want, tonk-tonk
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| My car horn go bomp-bomp
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| You beep-beep, I bonk-bonk
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| Excursion rider, hand glider
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| Put my finger right inside her
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| She was wet, wet-wet wet-wet-wet, wet-wet
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| Sample of Eazy-E's «Boys-N-The-Hood (Remix)»
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| Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
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| Sample of Eazy-E's «Boys-N-The-Hood (Remix)»
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| Slappin the hoes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clappin' a Hoe , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Demolition Crash, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп