*featuring Mo B. Dick
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[Chorus: Mo B. Dick]
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New Orleans hoes, Baton Rouge hoes
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Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
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Oakland hoes, Frisco hoes
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Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
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Chi-Town hoes, Mississippi hoes
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Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
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Carolina hoes, Tennessee hoes
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Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
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[Silkk the Shocker]
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Another day, another show
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Another state, another hoe
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My fault, my homie, your girlfriend is walking
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Man, uh, she should of been at stage up at my show
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Man, yo' girl's a hoe, man
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You need to get with the program
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On a slow jam I be like knockin boots
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But, um, raise up the skirt an I be kockin who?
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Maybe it's your girlfriend, I can't really tell they all look the same
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It be hoes comin in different, shapes, an sizes, what's her name?
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I don't know, but um, maybe it's Brenda
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It could of been Rochel, my homie told me that he hit her
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Now a hoe comes a dime-a-dozen
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It could be yo' baby mama, or it could be yo' baby mama's cousin
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But it's just like I'm tryin to stay Tru
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cuz a hoe is hoe an it might be yo' boo (True!)
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Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe
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[Chorus]
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[Silkk the Shocker]
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Once a hoe, always a hoe
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All of a sudden she's a virgin, hell no
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Fa sho I comes to town, on Greyhound, never that
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First class all the way so I'm lookin for something to tap
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Yo' girl friend is the closest I see, man it ain't coincidence
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But um, I gots to like represent, put it down for my dead presidents
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I be a hustler for life, I got yo' baby mama at the crib
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I don't know wassup but I gots to give
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what she wants she wants it from the back
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She gon' hollar my name, not yo' name (Oh Silkk!)
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It's all the same as yo' game
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I plays her for whatever though (What about my ride?)
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Never though (Please?), never hoe
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See the relationships I'm in I only deal wit like one
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I likes to fucks an get up an plus they mad keep it much tighter
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I mess their hair up, he gets they hair fixed
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I drive the wheels, he pays the bills
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Cuz all hoes suck dick (You ain't talkin to me), yeah
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I'm talkin to you, bitch
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Cuz all girls ain't bitches but all bitches is hoes grown
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I don't know you cuz you got cha clothes on
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[Chorus]
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[Silkk--Talking]
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West Side hoes, East Side hoes
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All them hoes ain't nothin but hoes
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I mean South Side hoes, North Side hoes
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All them hoes ain't nothin but hoes
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I mean them droopy ass hoes, them broke ass hoes
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All them hoes aint nothin but hoes
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I mean, I mean
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I mean all them hoes ain't nothin but hoes
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I mean
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Wassup, dawg
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This ya boy Silkk, knaw'm sayin
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Now look, peep this song out
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I ain't sayin all girls are hoes but um, Ms. Tucker
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or should I say Ms. Lawrence Tucker, check this out
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They say hoes don't exist
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You ain't been in my neighborhood
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but um, all the real girls know, check this out
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If they ain't hoes they gon' laugh at this song
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An if you ain't laughin that's tellin you one thang
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You a hoe, an if this song offends you, then what's that sayin?
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You's a hoe, so, check ya self
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Ain't Nothing
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Silkk The Shocker |