Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broke Hos, artist - Luniz. Album song Operation Stackola, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
Broke Hos |
| You gotta have a j-o-b |
| If you wanna be wit me Cause broke ho’s is a no-no |
| Broke ho’s is a n-o-, n-o- fa sho |
| I’m tired of these motherfuckers |
| Talkin bout broke ass ho’s |
| You motherfuckin right I’ma broke ass ho Breakin yo motherfuckin ass off every time I see you |
| I needs my cash man |
| Gotta have it, gon have it, gon get it |
| (Yukmouth) |
| Who’s the mack, I’m the mack, you’s the mack |
| Kickin a gangsta limpin pimpin like Pretty cone |
| Now it’s your herringbone I’m wearin home |
| (Numskull) |
| Dearly beloved, I’m so low-budget no gold nugget’s |
| Chillin in the two do’cutlass same ol’bucket |
| (Yukmouth) |
| I love it when them bitches call me J. J Cause I’m the bebe, them bitches come visit |
| on pay day |
| (Numskull) |
| To get checks to buy leather coats |
| That’s why I’m solo |
| Cause broke bitches is a no no Bitch that’s just like when that nigga |
| Took me to Vegas, his fat ass fell asleep |
| I got him for his Rolex, and his car keys (whaat) |
| When I initialed back to the town |
| Sold his triple gold for a playa’s price (HAHA!) |
| (Yukmouth) |
| My balls spin off the wall mic goes, psycho’s |
| Therapy to carry me, and felt me A bitch can’t help less that bitch wealthy |
| Cause they ain’t shit but ho’s and tricks |
| So I goes and gives the bitch the stolen grip |
| That left on my nigga’s clothes and shit |
| Vogues and shit, for my hooptie, gucci link |
| Me don’t wanna no broke ass hoochie |
| Cause they coochie stink |
| Think, while your fa sho sho, bitch is a no no Nigga’s kick down you do’at the kick |
| She got your ass licked at the mo mo Don’t no why ya trustin the bitch |
| Cause she suckin ya dick |
| But he fuckin ya bitch |
| In the mix, don’t get it twisted |
| These bitches be broke as fuck |
| Knowin the under they be posted up Sellin but on Novero, make dinero cash |
| Or get the eight and half up yo narrow ass |
| I lay my pimpin down like Ron O’Neal |
| Chill in the village, deal wit more |
| Clean dope fiend like Willis, broke bitches kill me Oohhh, bitch ain’t that Num from the Luniz |
| Yeah, I heard that motherfucker got hella scrilla |
| You ain’t knowin, I’ma set the motherfucker up Get him high wit this sunshine pussy |
| And Nummy all mine, ohh yeah |
| (Numskull) |
| I wanna fuck and that’s it After that split |
| I didn’t kiss ya cause ya breath smelled like shit |
| I only stayed cause you was lickin me But then I got fed up because ya dookie braid’s was stickin me Ya lookin like ya from the blue lagoon |
| But I ain’t trippin cause I know that you’ll be leavin soon |
| Bitch, you only wit me cause you think dat I’m rich |
| You fuck twenty mo’nigga’s, then come to me Sayin you got the itch |
| But I ain’t got it punk, I use to jimmy |
| Uh-uh, remember that day we was fuckin to humpty hump |
| The rubber broke, and I jumped |
| Hit my head on the lamp |
| Cause I was amped, off of drank and the hamps |