[Movie dialogue]
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You know Sometimes people can be awfully cruel
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If you happen to care for somebody more than yourself
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They consider you a fool
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They mistake love for weakness and play on your mind
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And at your expense they amuse themself just to pass the time
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[Intro: Havoc]
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Yea, uh-huh, we don't love them, we don't love 'em
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Eh-huh, eh-huh, we don't love 'em, yea, yo
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[Verse 1: Prodigy]
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Uh-huh, yea
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Me and shorty in the back seat chiefin' on ganja leaf
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She ain't inspired cheek 'cause her man is weak
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He make it real easy for me to get her for free
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She real use to the bullshit that he be speakin'
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She's not use to - havin' that pussy hoe beatin'
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The bitch don't want to feel love, she want to feel sleazy
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Bitch wanna have fun, yo ass is dough
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That's why she ride with us to all the weekend shows
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When I have first met the hoe, she was real timid
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She ain't know if it was aiight for her to live it
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DAMN! look at her now, with many Pastel, Polo skirts
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You see it all when she sit down
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She keep it real easy for me to be in and out
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All I gotta do is open 'em legs and bang it out
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Without the struggle, or gettin' them panties off
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Fuck her like I'm tryin' to kill her
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Then I tell her "get lost"
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[Chorus: Havoc]
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Love them hoes, we don't love them (Nope)
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Love them hoes, we don't love them (Nope)
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Love them hoes, we don't love them (No)
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Love them hoes, we don't love them (Uh-huh)
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Love them hoes, we don't love them (No)
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Love them hoes, we don't love them (No)
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Love them hoes, we don't love them (No)
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[Interlude: Havoc]
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Damn! baby, how you call yourself a Pimp?
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Let, let me understand somethin'
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How you gon' be a Pimp, and get Pimped
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That shit don't make sense to me man
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You lettin' them bitches all up on your pocket man
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You should be ashamed of yourself
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[Verse 2: Havoc]
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Some think it's cool in the game and handcuff a bro', homey you wrong
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Fuck you think she walk around with the matchin' pair of thongs
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Tooth brush and the purse, the hoe works
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Shorty gained at your cribs, she at work
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Master of the toe curl, shorty got it down to a science
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Placin' body enough to start, damn right
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Nigga like me just bang her out, and bangin' her friend
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Soon enough it'll be a family event
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Know the hipno', havin' them bent, sneakin' up
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You ain't the only one beatin' her up
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Real reason why she fucks with you 'cause you be lightin' her up
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To her it's like paper trainin' to puff
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Do she suck you?, fuck you?, make you feel like a man?
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You gettin' that good lovin' and bitin' your own hand
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Yo you just another fool, hopeless, tryin' to lock her
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She got your ass comin' out the pockets uh?
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[Outro: Havoc w/ conversation]
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Ay Ma, how you doin'?
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Still, what you doin'?
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True, chillin', you know me up in the studio doin' my thing
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Yea, yea, you need what?, what the fuck you talkin' about
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You need some, you better ask your baby father for that shit
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You crazy, damn baby
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[Chorus: Havoc]
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Love them hoes, we don't love them
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Love them hoes, we don't love them
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Love them hoes, we don't love them
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Love them hoes, we don't love them (Uh-huh)
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Love them hoes, we don't love them
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Love them hoes, we don't love them
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Love them hoes, we don't love them
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We Don't Love Them Hoes
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Mobb Deep |