Fuck All Dem Hoez Pt. 2

(Album: Smoked Out Loced Out - 1994)

Fuck-fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
Fuck all them-fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
Fuck-fuck-fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
Fuck all them-fuck all them hoes-fuck all them hoes
Fuck all them-fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
To-to-to all you dirty hoes, I'm saying fuck you
Fuck all them-fuck-fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
To-to-to all you dirty hoes, I'm saying fuck you
Fuck all them-fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
To-to-to all you dirty hoes, I'm saying fuck you
Fuck all them-fuck-fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
To-to-to all you dirty hoes, I'm saying fuck you

Fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
Sorry mothafuckas, stupid bitches, y'all can suck my dick
Who gives a fuck about yo' car, or yo' paycheck?
'Cause if I catch you slipping, bitch, I'mma take it
Stalking out the streets, like I'm in a fucking daze
Thinking how the hell am I gonna get paid
As the world goes 'round, another nigga's going down
So I mix the Alizé with the E&J and Crown
Never ever in my life have I crossed a true friend
Never ever blamed a nigga on how he made his ends
See a nigga that's weak, don't put him under estimation
That sick bullshit will have ya under investigation
Real niggas don't play in the Tre, they be secret
If you call yourself a killer, then go ahead and be it
If you black and you down, hold yo' nuts and stick together
'Cause I never knew a nigga who said he's gonna live forever

Fuck-fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
To-to-to all you dirty hoes, I'm saying fuck you
Fuck all them-fuck-fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
To-to-to all you dirty hoes, I'm saying fuck you
Fuck all them-fuck-fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
To-to-to all you dirty hoes, I'm saying fuck you
Fuck-fuck-fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
To-to-to all you dirty hoes, I'm saying fuck you

I don't give a fuck about a fat bitch that wanna talk trash
Listen to the clip, my .380 caps are in ya ass
The hoe got mad 'cause [?] dissed her on my tape
Fat hoe talking shit; with a broom, you'll get raped
Till yo' own roadies left ya, and came to our clique
Because our clique, is really too mothafucking thick
Change ya panties, hoe, I hang with niggas with triggers
Oh my God, I got the family scared to go in the Backyard
There some niggas in my mothafucking town
That's gonna get beatdown
Or get a mothafucking frown from the Tec-9, clown
I'm tired of groupie hoes playing on my phone
Or saying hoe shit about a nigga after a song
These hoes can't fuck with the (Backyard)
Because the (Backyard is) too mothafucking hard on they ass
And don't be baring a hoe, that act like a bitch
I just say fuck all them hoes that talk that shit

Fuck-fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
To-to-to all you dirty hoes, I'm saying fuck you
Fuck all them-fuck-fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
To-to-to all you dirty hoes, I'm saying fuck you
Fuck all them-fuck-fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
To-to-to all you dirty hoes, I'm saying fuck you
Fuck all them-fuck all them-fuck all them hoes who wanna talk that shit
To-to-to all you dirty hoes, I'm saying fuck you
Fuck all them-fuck