| Lyrics: | Chorus: [Mo B. Dick]
New Orleans hoes, Baton Rouge hoes
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
Oakland hoes, Frisco hoes
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
Chi-Town hoes,
Mississippi hoes
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
Carolina hoes, Tennessee hoes
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
[Silkk the Shocker]
Another day, another show
Another state, another hoe
My fault, my homie, your girlfriend is walking
Man, uh,
she should of been at stage up at my show
Man, yo' girl's a hoe, man
You need to get with
the program
On a slow jam I be like knockin boots
But, um, raise up the skirt an I be
kockin who?
Maybe it's your girlfriend, I can't really tell they all look the same
It be
hoes comin in different, shapes, an sizes, what's her name?
I don't know, but um, maybe it's
Brenda
It could of been Rochel, my homie told me that he hit her
Now a hoe comes a
dime-a-dozen
It could be yo' baby mama, or it could be yo' baby mama's cousin
But it's
just like I'm tryin to stay Tru
cuz a hoe is hoe an it might be yo' boo (True!)
Hoe, hoe,
hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe
Chorus
[Silkk the Shocker]
Once a hoe, always
a hoe
All of a sudden she's a virgin, hell no
Fa sho I comes to town, on Greyhound, never
that
First class all the way so I'm lookin for something to tap
Yo' girl friend is the
closest I see, man it ain't coincidence
But um, I gots to like represent, put it down for my
dead presidents
I be a hustler for life, I got yo' baby mama at the crib
I don't know
wassup but I gots to give
what she wants she wants it from the back
She gon' hollar my
name, not yo' name (Oh Silkk!) -a |
