AMG - Trust No b**h lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ Quik] Yes I'm too smart to get dicked, or so the case may be That's how the ho felt when she found out that she couldn't play me I know the game and I know it rather swell, too Rubbin' up on my dick and givin' me hints that you interested Thinkin' first you'll kiss my lips, you'll rub my hips and you'll take a sip Of Hennessy, hit the hooter, pa** out and I'll take the strip Hell nah, monkey mouth trick, ya stupid hoe You must be a fool if you thinkin' that I don't know But nah, you broke a** hoes be wantin' to come up, shakin' that money maker But I'll break her, cuz the b**h is a faker Or maybe she just don't know the formula, of how to get rich quick Without makin' happy dick That's all the b**h know, is how to be a mega-hoe I guess it just goes to show that she's to ignorant to know That I won't be played, or ganked or gaffled, but I ain't perfect I whip the dick out now and then and let 'em slurp it But I'm careful, bein' aware of the b**hes That's torchin' n***as on purpose 'cause they think they deserve it Yeah that's some cold sh**, my experince oughta learn ya That if a n***a ain't tryna smoke ya a b**h tryna burn ya, so [Chorus: DJ Quik, scratched samples] Trust no b**h Punk b**hes Trust no hoe Funky co*k hoes Trust no b**h Punk b**hes Trust no hoe Funky co*k hoes Lemme hear it [Verse 2: Playa Hamm] I refuse to lose so I choose few and trust none See my ladies I love, but to these b**hes I ain't the one When I tell you to trust no b**h, it might not occur to you Females ain't the only b**hes that I'm referring to See you can't help a b**h, let alone treat swell a b**h 'Cause a b**h sold out, gon' sell out, or the b**h gon' snitch b**hes wanna be and gon' always go be around Watching what you do and tryna use you and keep you down Playa Hamm ain't gon' bore you with a story, you got your own I'm a strengthen your conviction to give that dog a bone And move on, 'fore the motherf**er fake you, f** you And make you take they punk b**h-a** to the bank, fool See b**hes gets paid, these b**hes got charm I see em all at the mall, on TV, and on my homies arms Yeah, some of my homies got b**hes, but we breakin' b**hes, homie So I come like this b**h, act like you know me [Chorus: DJ Quik, scratched samples] Trust no b**h Punk b**hes Trust no hoe Funky co*k hoes Trust no b**h Punk b**hes Trust no hoe Funky co*k hoes [Verse 3: Eazy-E] Eazy-E, the mothaf**in' manipulator When it comes to p**y holes, just watch how my dick grows But since all hoes fall in the b**h category Trustin' no hooker-a** b**h is mandatory How much do you you want b**h? How much can you take? 'Cause a n***a like the E you can't break Put that skinny little a** in my face and I'll slap it Whip out my dick and let you lick before I tap it My left hand's on your a**, my right hand's on your head 'Cause b**hes get the nut and n***as get the lead s**in' my dick, lickin' my balls, make me come faster s**in' my toes, lickin' my a**, you know you are the master Now you just won't stop s**in' everybody's dick 'cause it's good till the last drop But that sh** won't phase me I trust no car wreckin' b**hes, this one's for you, Tracy Yeah, you biiitch! [Chorus: DJ Quik, scratched samples] Trust no b**h Punk b**hes Trust no hoe Funky co*k hoes Trust no b**h Punk b**hes Trust no hoe Funky co*k hoes Trust no b**h Punk b**hes Trust no hoe Funky co*k hoes Trust no b**h Punk b**hes Trust no hoe Funky co*k hoes [Verse 4: AMG] p**y ain't nothin' but a hole in the nine-deuce I'd rather make a mil' while I'm sippin' a cold brew b**hes ain't sh**, word to the diggy-diggy-dick Eazy-E, P-P-C, AMG & Quik b**h I ain't Babyface so save your whip appeal I never go on dates with broke b**hes, that's free meals I'm supposed to pay the way to lucrative panty deals? b**h please, you better hit the knees Or you can even touch your toes 'Cause I'm still playin' ya'll punk hoes like dominoes And if you s** the dick right and the p**y's tight I might not beat you down until the second night Once a dog, always a dog, b**h You little trick-tramp s*ut with the big bu*t 'Cause you ain't sh**, b**h I'd rather f** you than love you b**h I never trust ya [Chorus: DJ Quik, scratched samples] Trust no b**h Punk b**hes Trust no hoe Funky co*k hoes Trust no b**h Punk b**hes Trust no hoe Funky co*k hoes Trust no b**h Punk b**hes Trust no hoe Funky co*k hoes Trust no b**h Punk b**hes Trust no hoe Funky co*k hoes [Outro: DJ Quik, (Eazy-E,) scratched samples] Hell mothaf**in' yeah This is one for all them triflin'-a**, no-good, riff-raff Crab-scratchin', once-a-month-bleedin' No-douchin', disguistin' b**hes You know you you're gettin this one from DJ Quik My n***a Eazy-mothaf**in'-E (Let's double up on them hoes) AMG is definitely in the house And the P-P-C is sendin' this to you [Hook: DJ Quik, Scratched samples] That b**h Cindy is a mothaf**in' funky co*k hoe And Misha is a no good funky co*k hoe That b**h Fada is a no good funky co*k hoe And Robin is a triflin'-a** hoe Dana is a funky funky co*k hoe You know Vida is a triflin'-a** funky co*k hoe And Marcy's a disgusting funky co*k hoe And Karen is a funky a** funky co*k hoe Eazy said Tracy is a no good funky co*k hoe He said April is a triflin'-a** funky co*k hoe [Outro: Eazy-E] And like I said before All b**hes ain't sh**