lirik lagu dj paul – beatin these hoes down
[dj paul (screwed)]
be a real n-gg-, believe i’m beating ’em hoes down,
be a, be a real n-gg-, believe i’m beating ’em hoes down, push her,
be a real n-gg-, believe i’m beating ’em hoes down,
be a, be a real n-gg-, believe i’m beating ’em hoes down, push her,
[be a real n-gg-, believe i’m beating ’em hoes down,
be a real, real n-gg-, believe i’m beating ’em hoes down, push her,] x2
[be a real n-gg-, believe i’m beating ’em hoes down,
push her head into the wall,
till you hear that cracking sound,] x2
[lord infamous]
sometimes i be wanting to take my fist and beat these b-tches badly,
take them traps,
i never nap,
cause scarecrow gotta have the…,
dividends,
that’s plenty as,
we’re managing those prost-tutes,
kick a black b-tch in,
the biggot,
so hard that she pickin’,
the skin up,
offa my boots,
… my brotha been so sick, don’t have no mercy on these hoes,
make them walk that strip until they wearing out they shoe soles,
and ever since then, i can’t stand to see a b-tch with a doppler,
and mess me up, that funky b-tch, cause i’ll uh,
b-tch you need to work, go to work,
do some dirt,
bring lord infamous back some money ‘fore you get yo -ss hurt,
b-tch… you betta meet yo f-ckin’ quota, b-tch you betta wise up,
f-ck around and getcho -ss put in a piledriver,
bust a mothaf-ckin’ pint of hennessy ‘cross yo f-ckin’ head,
hit you in the kneecap with a pipe and try to break yo leg,
man there’s plenty money to be made, in the m-town,
n-gg-s betta learn you gotta beat a f-ckin’ b-tch down,
[dj paul (screwed)]
[hook 1] x2
[hook 2] x4
[lord infamous]
one day me and paul was chillin’ in the cut, dawg, just glidin’,
a couple of b-tches i knew asked for a ride,
… we just cruisin’ in this lil’ pimpin’, rollin’ up phunks,
and?,
and paul, asked the b-tch, “you wanna (your room… it’s on) hit the le’corta or something?”,
the hoes were with it, so we fell… up, in… the le’corta,
and we smokin’, makin’ blunts,
and sippin’ on that grapefruit gin,
now the b-tches f-cked up and da scarecrow spittin’ crazy game,
paul in the corner gettin’ his d-ck sucked by that other dame,
now i got this stal-lion coming on up out them drawers,
oh lord it’s time to bang the walls, bang the walls,
… now we do, but i still think the hoes don’t get the picture,
fired up a roach and hit the rest of the liquor,
[dj paul]
yo what’s up, where you want us to drop you off to?
[lord infamous]
next thing i know, she came out her purse, with a deuce deuce,
i (.22 blast blast) started busting with the 80 (.380 blast blast) out the ankle holster,
2 wounded b-tches in the hotel, f-ckin’ with locstas,
[dj paul (screwed)]
[hook 1] x2
[hook 2] x4
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