lirik lagu poison clan – somethin’ 4 you raggedy ho’s
(feat. bustdown)
[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’, -ss, motherf-ckin’
b-tches, listen to this here, no time to be sincere
’cause this just a diss here
my att-tude toward b-tches 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 sh-t 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 b-tches
i just wanna hang around and pipe ’em, then i splak ’em down
it’s just the game i play
i long-d-ck them hoes, and send ’em on they way
’cause i’m a cold-hearted n-gg- with no feelings
for a b-tch or a mutt, but i’m out for that b-tt
but i believe in safe s-x
so p-ss the latex or gimme straight neck
see, i ain’t tryin’ to get burnt or stabbed
by a b-tch with an itch, or a p-ssy like a campfire
see, i’m the motherf-ckin’ woman-izer –
oops, i mean b-tch-izer, plus i’m rich and wiser
but b-tches don’t look in my pocket
could you let the cat out the bag and let me knock it?
sh-t, 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 b-tch, get the rubbers, and i’ll get your purse
respect the game, that’s how it goes
lil’ somethin’ for ya raggly–ss hoes!
yo bustdown, whatcha gon’ do with this, my n-gg-?
[verse 2: bustdown]
you go jack be nimble, jack be quick
if you don’t suck d-ck, trick-b-tch, you ain’t sh-t
see, i’ma hit you with the phrase that pays
5′ 10″, brown skin, with d-ck 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 b-tch in a minute
to all you ladies, i don’t mean to insult ya
you feel dissed and you’re p-ssed, 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 b-tch-rhymes
they want a n-gg- livin’ large
they wanna give you the p-ssy, 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 d-cked 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 b-tch and talk her out her last dollar
see, i’m smooth like tile
i get buck wild, i even f-ck wild
i play a n-gg- like the next man
f-ck his main b-tch, 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 sh-t!
[verse 3:] jt money; rasta verse: madd ball
[jt money]
jt, a n-gg- with d-ck to go ’round
slangin’ pipe, d-ckin’ all the hoes down
collect b-tches by the dozen
f-cked my own cousin, make a b-tch leave her husband
i put a b-tch in the choke-hole
i hate a broke hoe, so hit the door, hoe!
i need a b-tch with a n-gg- that’s payin’
so she could buy me a place to stay in
i can’t be workin’ for a livin’
b-tch, i’m out to get, not to be givin’
’cause i’m a godd-mn player
i leave a b-tch sprung out on me, after i lay ya
and i’ma get the hoe’ riches
madd ball, kick somethin’ for these raggedy–ss b-tches!
[madd ball]
i used to f-ck sheena, but now i’m f-ckin’ jill
go a red lobster, made the b-tch 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
p-ss 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, b-tch, ya know ya got bills
[?] p-ssy, 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–ss hoes!
[outro: jt money and bustdown]
[jt]
true, somethin’ for you raggedy b-tches from my n-gg-,
madd ball, from me, jt money the b-tch-izer, from my
n-gg- bustdown, you know what i’m sayin’?
[bd]
so yo, this is dedicated to all you raggly–ss hoes, and
to all you jealous–ss n-gg-s, especially in new orleans!
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