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Poison Clan - Somethin' 4 You Raggedy Ho's lyrics
f/ Bustdown * corrections DIRECT to the typist Verse 1: JT Money Uh, a-1-2-1-2, check it out, on the mic, we got tonight, check it out, Madd Ball in the house, a-come on, Bustdown's in the house tonight, a-come on, yours truly JT in the house, come on, we got the whole PC in the house, come on, and we sendin' this one out to all, you, stinkin', ass, motherfuckin' Bitches, listen to this here, no time to be sincere 'Cause this just a diss here My attitude toward bitches is rude Don't wanna see 'em unless they're in the nude So then it's off with the clothes Now I'm a low-life, with no wife, you know how that shit goes See, I expect a lil' somethin' I hope you don't, 'cause hoe, You Gets Nothin'! All I got is straight pipe, and back-bone And when I'm finished, put your clothes on and go home Hurry up and don't act like a deaf, toots 'Cause I'm quick to catch fists and throw left hooks To the foreheads of all bitches I just wanna hang around and pipe 'em, then I splak 'em down It's just the game I play I long-dick them hoes, and send 'em on they way 'Cause I'm a cold-hearted nigga with no feelings For a bitch or a mutt, but I'm out for that butt But I believe in safe sex So pass the latex or gimme straight neck See, I ain't tryin' to get burnt or stabbed By a bitch with an itch, or a pussy like a campfire See, I'm the motherfuckin' Woman-izer - Oops, I mean Bitch-izer, plus I'm rich and wiser But bitches don't look in my pocket Could you let the cat out the bag and let me knock it? Shit, just how the game's played I lie to get down, bang the boots and get paid 'Cause see, that money gotta be right first So bitch, get the rubbers, and I'll get your purse Respect the game, that's how it goes Lil' somethin' for ya raggly-ass hoes! Yo Bustdown, whatcha gon' do with this, my nigga?? Verse 2: Bustdown You go jack be nimble, jack be quick If you don't suck dick, trick-bitch, you ain't shit See, I'ma hit you with the phrase that pays 5' 10", brown skin, with dick for days To all you hoes, take a chill pill 'Cause I'm on the mic, gettin' hype with the real deal I take a rhyme to the limit I drink a 40, take the mic and diss a bitch in a minute To all you ladies, I don't mean to insult ya You feel dissed and you're pissed, and for that I can't fault ya But see, I fell in love a couple of times And all I got was cramps and a mind full of bitch-rhymes They want a nigga livin' large They wanna give you the pussy, a quick nut and a rape charge I know they're nothin' but jail bait But when I jump on stage, ?geronimo?, them hoes tailgate But them hoes only get clowned Straight-up dicked down, and then I skip town That's why I need a for-real hoe 'Cause I'll kick a weak freak to the curb with a steel-toe And they'll break you if you let 'em, So I tell the truth about them hoes and I let Keith sweat 'em So tell me, why should I slang like powder When I cam run game on a bitch and talk her out her last dollar See, I'm smooth like tile I get buck wild, I even fuck wild I play a nigga like the next man Fuck his main bitch, and at the weddin', be the best man! JT: Yeah, it's like that and ya don't quit! But check it out, I'm 'finna bust this ill shit! Verse 3: JT Money; Rasta verse: Madd Ball [JT Money] JT, a nigga with dick to go 'round Slangin' pipe, dickin' all the hoes down Collect bitches by the dozen Fucked my own cousin, make a bitch leave her husband I put a bitch in the choke-hole I hate a broke hoe, so hit the door, hoe! I need a bitch with a nigga that's payin' So she could buy ME a place to stay in I can't be workin' for a livin' Bitch, I'm out to get, not to be givin' 'Cause I'm a goddamn player I leave a bitch sprung out on me, after I lay ya And I'ma get the hoe' riches Madd Ball, kick somethin' for these raggedy-ass bitches! [Madd Ball] I used to fuck Sheena, but now I'm fuckin' Jill Go a Red Lobster, made the bitch pay de bill Some a dem a (??) but everybody fi' just chill 'Ja blood claat girl, watch de deal! Sho' nuff she givin' the head up at her will So never get pregnant just because (?) de pill Pass me a rubber let me show ya some skills (????????) the top like a windmill So everybody, everybody fi' just chill It's not my fault, bitch, ya know ya got bills (?????) pussy, girl, ya musta been ill Dis is the Posion Clan, girl, ya betta chill Muve ya blood claat, ya know how it go This one dedicate' to them raggedy-ass hoes! Outro: JT Money and Bustdown [JT] True, somethin' for you raggedy bitches from my nigga, Madd Ball, from me, JT Money the Bitch-izer, from my nigga Bustdown, you know what I'm sayin'? [BD] So yo, this is dedicated to all you raggly-ass hoes, and to all you jealous-ass niggas, especially in New Orleans! |
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