(Pimp C talking)
Uh no love
Now check this out
b**hes be gettin offended when uh they hear the word b**h
Well maybe that's cause they b**hes
Know what I'm talkin bout
(Pimp C)
Stankin b**hes say I hiside
Cause I pa** by
Don't smoke my f**in weed wit em
Don't let em sit on my plush crush
Three times gold, I'm a pimp a** n***a
So like a ball is how I roll
And I don't be paradin with them b**hes in the street
Ho is you payin me?
Well if not ain't no need in you thinkin that you gon stay wit me
b**h I'm a pimp cause that's the way you b**hes force me to be
You say you broke well b**h you need to stop f**ing for free
So when I ride by, I don't give the ho the time
Lil' girl you fine, but you must done lost yo mind
Thinkin you got game
Well b**h game is my middle name
s**in on thangs, f**in for fame
But b**h you plain Jane
Straight up and down
I hate silly hoes that talk a lot and try to clown
When she know that I know that she done f**ed the whole town
And that I know that she a freak
b**hes say we hiside cause we pa** and don't speak
Don't speak, don't speak
b**hes say we hiside cause we pa** by and don't speak
I know they wanna freak (3x)
b**hes say we hiside cause we pa** by
(Bun B)
Sometimes there be a lot of sh** I wanna do
But won't do, if I gotta do sh** in front of you
Oh b**h don't act like you ain't nosy
I know exactly how you hoes be
Blowzy mad cause I declined when you chose me
But what I need a broke b**h for?
And how the f** I look walkin around scratchin yo itch ho?
No keep them crabs keep that co*k in that case
Cause b**h a p**y ain't nothin but my hand wit a face
And any b**h can take another b**h place
Now ain't that a foul taste
And it wasn't a f** it was a waste of my mutherf**in time
I coulda been somewhere flippin or smokin a dime
These b**hes now a days out of they rabbit a** mind
Ho you gets no sunshine from me just because you fine
I told em I heard it through the grapevine
You ain't nothin but a freak
So now b**hes say we hiside cause we pa** by and don't speak
Chorus
(Pimp C)
See b**hes in P.A
Get mad when they see a young n***a
Full of that chronic havin it his way
But them hoes got us f**ed up
The preacher got the clothes and the hoes wit his dick on swoll
Trickin all my people bank roll
I peep that sh**, I read my Bible at home
Cause I ain't payin for that n***a's wrong
It's time to ride 600, picture me and Bun B
Wit 4 million two drop top gold royces
Now we smokin somethin
Them b**hes tried to set us up, but we
bu*t-f** the D.A, f** the judge, and f** the P.A.P.D
I already gotta deal with the rednecks
And ho a** n***as in this rap game comin with that complex
But b**h this ain't no f**in contest
And if it was we won
I'm a trill n***a live my life by the gun
I love smokin swisher sweets
Uh, now f** them b**hes that say we hiside
Cause we pa** by and don't speak
(Pimp C talking and the chorus fades until the end)