Hoes

(アルバム： Tha Carter - 2004)

Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, hoes
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, hoes
Let's go!

You gotta talk like a pimp
What's good, mama, you knew better
You'd do better, who better
Than that nigga with the crisp white tee
Icy-white sneaks, jeans to a fitter
You do better getting your ass off up in that coupe bitch
Sit your ass on that new leather and regroup bitch
It's only me you bitch, on our way to the stoop
I'm the Birdman Jr., you ain't know
And don't gimme that silly bullshit about you ain't ho
I move you to my city, put your ass in UNO
I have you're looking pretty hit the ave. Now get the dough
That Gucci gon' fit you like you posed to be in pictures
I got computer love baby Wayne a change your image
You need Weezy, them other boys just gimmicks
Me, I'm just game, green, and straight physics. Is you with it?
Yeah, I ain't even trying to hit it
I'mma get it when it's time to get it
Let's talk about

Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
I don't love 'em
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
Motherfuck 'em

Ladies and gentlemen, the great Manuella

I got this rat named Shelly that love Makavelli
Number-five combo meals and splashing KY jelly
I have old-school shorty, still drink a forty
Grab the mic, start a fight, and fuck up the whole party
Baby you should leave, adjust your weave
That's Velcro, hell no, bitch go with Steve
I got this lead-singer bitch from a popular group
I would say her name, but she bought me a coupe
Got this super ho Shawna, smell like marijuana
How she dig Lil Wayne, but she love the Big Tymers
Got pretty girl Patrice found out I'm fucking her niece
She tried to stab me, so I grabbed her and we called the police
Mister Officer, the bitch done lost it bruh
She going to jail, oh well, I be fucking her
See two dyke Spanish twins nuts pressed on their chin
Will we go video, well nigga, that depends

Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
I don't love 'em
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
Motherfuck 'em

I got old-school bitches and new-school hoes
Female basketball players with corn rolls
And I don't like short-haired girls, no not really
If I do, she gotta look like the old Halle Berry
Or the broke Toni Braxton, the first Lil Kim
But I still take hood rats and work with them
Put your ass in a jag and I drop you quick
Give your ass a little game, if you smirk you're in
I'm a pimp, not a simp, like ice in my drink
And I don't think twice or blink 'cause I'm focused
Rolling in the whitest mink like I'm polar
Bear, yeah, let down my hair
Get jazzy on a bitch like Fred Astaire
Rose-gold in her face get her red as glare
My Bentley plum, my Mercedes pear
I am looking for a freak, mama take me there, yeah

Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
I don't love 'em
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
Motherfuck 'em
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
I don't love 'em
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
Motherfuck 'em