Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let The Ho's Go , by - Naughty By Nature. Release date: 02.09.1991
Song language: English
Let The Ho's Go |
| Bass me, face me, task the tip of a tasty |
| Bitches are sweet as a pastry |
| You don’t know me homey, from a peach or a pony |
| I’m the Only, now your lyrics look lonely |
| Lyrically fortified, born, I’m immortalised |
| Lightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides |
| Packed with black positivity and wizardry |
| I’m my own body and it built for partyin |
| I rip hearts apart as if it’s my last rap |
| The Lords abroad, and I’m respected as that |
| Shows seniority, lays the foundation |
| Bo knows, and dough knows how I built the Nation |
| Keep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched |
| Keep your face way away from the rough stuff |
| If it ain’t rough it ain’t rugged |
| Either you are born with none or you’re stacked or star-studded |
| From the intro to end I will flow |
| and aslo, yo come let the ho’s go Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho’s go) |
| Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho Meet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin |
| Thirsty for action, workin and smackin |
| The last of the allies, smoke em up shall I or should I? |
| I’m sure to give it a good try |
| No need for a survival kit, there’s none left to fix |
| They’ve all been blown into dust bits |
| Floatin in space, spinnin in infinity |
| Part of the start is the end of any identity |
| Lost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off |
| East, the West, the South, break North |
| You’re about as much use as a guard dog in a graveyard |
| Actin is for actors so you rap but don’t you play hard |
| I got the Mac to wax and I ain’t tryin to fall back |
| I rap like I’m the tops, stay real cos I’m all that |
| It’s my way on a highway, forget your friends |
| Cause I’ll stick that ass like I was stickin a contact lens |
| Let the ho’s go You say you’re hittin hard, huh, I say you’re hardly hittin |
| I grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten |
| I’m gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later |
| He gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader |
| You lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough |
| then sayin sorry like I really give a motherfuck |
| You’re little late, don’t you think that was the wrong approach-a? |
| A sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya At anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause |
| I got a double-barrelled pump that’s sayin Give me yours |
| Then I’ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover |
| Cause I have warrants for this robbery and many others |
| Another gangster, no I’m like an angry ecker |
| Droppin you and gettin mad if you don’t say Thankyer |
| The clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew |
| I gotta contract for your life, now they’re after you |
| So don’t try ta hide or apologize |
| Apologies and go meet a French eyes is wise |
| So if you know what I mean and have a hot block |
| And never ever seen a day when the money stops |
| You gotta put a fist up just to let me know |
| Ain’t I gotta pump it hard to let the ho’s go Let the ho’s go Competition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue |
| Throw a watch at me without it being fuckin hung |
| Give it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning |
| Should’ve had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning |
| I let her see the white sheet hit the concrete |
| and see that head go off and down from a thousand feet |
| Cos the brother’s around me don’t even play all that |
| They see a sheet and a cross, they say Don’t gimme that! |
| Halloween in Illtown, now don’t you be a ghost |
| Cos you get your broke or even worst smoked |
| Now this rhyme has been called lyrically loco |
| But it had to have the flow to let the ho’s go Let the ho’s go extended |