Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Checking My Hoes, artist - Too Short. Album song Still Blowin', in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.04.2010
Record label: Dangerous
Song language: English
Checking My Hoes |
| Hoes, hoes |
| Just checking my |
| Hoes, hoes |
| I like the way |
| I like the way she turn a nigga on |
| Put it in her mouth |
| She brings me paper |
| Takin niggas home, turnin niggas out |
| See I made up my mind when I was only a child |
| That I would hang with the big dogs, runnin wild |
| In the streets chasin cats, they lace these macks |
| Everywhere you go you know we take these gats |
| So they treat us like kings, they never try to play us |
| They wanna play with us cause they know why we players |
| I got it from my daddy, boy go tell your momma |
| I’m watchin cartoons man, I won’t, I’ma just |
| Keep it to myself, and when I’m grown |
| I’ma get a lot of women and get my pimp on |
| Like you, and now that’s what I do |
| Got a bunch of broads just like the fuck I knew |
| I ride through with a few, only top notches |
| Hoes so fast you can’t use stopwatches |
| Untyin 'em, so when you firin 'em |
| Bend a bitch over try to rip out the linin |
| It’s the pimps of the pimps player |
| Went at hollered at $hort, come pimp with a player beotch! |
| Baby girl, this our year |
| You see them Lexus Coupes, so mine don’t fear |
| Gorilla pimpin, born hustlers |
| Slash, the number one stunna |
| We them hood rich niggas been ghetto bound |
| We worldwide hustlin, we ride Uptown |
| It’s the same ol' nigga with the platinum mouth |
| If ye ain’t got no food I ain’t goin in ya house |
| A lil' nigga, freshly chilled |
| Ma, I don’t drink no beer |
| I’m the big type nigga in that frozen weather |
| Chinchilla, rammin on that soft-ass leather |
| I’ll fly in any weather, I pluck my own feather |
| Swine on the G9, pocket full of cheddar beotch! |
| Got new bitches, quite a few bitches |
| Too many hoes, that’s my life, and you wish |
| It was just a bunch of lies, cause you know it’s the truth |
| I stick and move cause these hoes’ll do |
| Just about anything for the low-low |
| Sometimes I daydream about my old hoes |
| But mostly I just look for a bitch like Stella |
| Do what I tell her, and get my mozzarella |
| I’ll break a brick like I’ll break a bitch |
| Run a hundred miles to put some wheels on a whip |
| Kool-Aid, candy bars, Cadillac, whip |
| Silver and gold, barbecue out bitch! |
| On them slab kitted out real slick |
| Mommy dressed up in her brand new fit |
| Tailor made Louis and she ridin on 23's |
| D-boy, Birdgirl, I know you know me |
| We ain’t worried about how to treat a itch |
| Bitch better worry about how to treat us |
| Yeah, bitch, rub my back |
| Suck my dick, cook my breakfast bitch |
| Yeah, when you wash the dishes get your ass back in bed |
| Yeah |
| Pimp shit! |
| Jazze Pha |
| Big Baby |
| Short Dawg, so real |
| You know we love it |
| Love the way these hoes treat us |
| Oh we so special! |