Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hoes We Like (Stupid Doo Doo Dumb), artist - Mac Dre. Album song The Best Of Mac Dre, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.05.1993
Record label: Thizz Nation
Song language: English
Hoes We Like (Stupid Doo Doo Dumb) |
Hello? |
(Who is this?) |
Willis |
(Willis who?) |
Will this dick fit in your mouth! |
Uh, hey what’s up? |
This Rockwilder with Sleep D and Mac Driznay |
And we finna talk about these hoes we like |
Big pimping jumping off |
She fuck with me she got to call |
Dollars up, swallow nut |
I want a top notch bitch with a lot of butt |
Two on one, ménage à trois |
Suck a gold ball through a coffee straw |
Them the hoes I like to fuck |
Taller sitting down then he is sitting up |
Good job, game to give |
She can’t be broke with a gang of kids |
I can do bad on my own |
Some of them hoes say, «Ou he wrong» |
Punk bitch get sliced in as bait |
Come around me with all that fake |
I like hoes with pretty toes |
Don’t need makeup or pantyhose |
Hella saucy, sweetest dame |
Kinda square, hella fame |
A bitch with money is necessary |
I want a bank tellers and secretaries |
Hustlers, cum guzzlers, come ride on these nuts |
These are the hoes that we like to fuck |
Yo we ain’t fucking any of you |
You know who you be |
Ass smelling real rashy |
Like wet wood, yeah |
That ass be wetter then that puss |
That ass be the part of your body that you need to dush |
You know who you be |
Brown banana eating bitch |
Yeah, Mr. Gambini bitch, I’m in your area code |
Fuck what a cheap nigga holler, I’m taking the dough |
I’m hollering twosome, the gambler, the slick type, snitch type, weed like |
All up in a bitch nigga D. Rice |
What it be like, fucking the puss, dropping her off |
What you know about me? |
Sleep Dank breaking her off |
Keep her packed petty, lay the puss and get to swallow duck |
Drinking the puss keep my pocket stuffed |
Bitch I’m smoke |
Bitch you fuck with square niggas, dollar joes |
I fondle hoes that |
She got my posters on the wall |
Sprung, clinging to these balls |
Type of bitch I like 'em fireproof |
I strive too, convicted felon, cracking you niggas safe with |
Hook my celly up, pick me up in the clean Q45 |
Intelligent, hairstyle |
Rocking the Gucci fit, man this suit is sick |
Talking about some shit |
But see I never split the dough with the hoe |
You know? |
Yeah bitch coming at you two cent funky hoes |
You know what I’m saying? |
I’m talking about getting bomb booty |
I mean getting bomb booty, getting it big |
You know what I’m saying? |
Tight pantyhose and all that, though |
You know what I’m saying |
We coming at y’all like this |
Round me outside |
Rowdy outside baby |
Man, I want a bitch with one eye and one leg |
And a gang of money |
A want a big dollar freak, across the board |
With a gang of ye all the way from Florida |
When I say get up, she get to hopping |
Soft as cotton, booty big ass Stockton |
Shirley Temples, dimples, no pimples |
Do what I say, plain and simple |
No arguing, 'cause I R-U-N |
The whole show, I let a hoe know |
If she don’t feel me, I will get felt |
When I tell a breez-nitty to get my belt |
Skimpy thongs make her love the song |
She will hit a Backwood, but she love a bong |
Them the hoes I like to G |
Romped the fuck O-U-T |
Bitches with riches, come ride on these nuts |
These are the hoes that I like to fuck |
Yeah, one mo in this motherfucker |
This Decon, owner of this bitch |
You ain’t the one |
get with it or quit it you tramp |
You ain’t know I see you out there with your helmet on |
Both of you need to be selling though, for real |
Get my bitch, uh and I’m out |
Fuck that nigga, ain’t no more takes or nothing |