D.J. Paul - f** All Dem Hoes Part 2 lyrics

[Hook/Samples] f** all them hoes who wanna talk that sh** If you real bring it on n***a [Verse 1: Juicy J] f** what a n***a say about ya The one who's talkin' sh** is the ones who come go 'round ya I'm tired of this hoe sh**, no more Mr. Nice Guy I'm loadin' up my nine if you wanna step or wanna try If you think I'm all rap and you got some to prove Come and get yo wig split Mr. MC Rudy Poot Lucifer is waitin' for yo a** to sit next to him If you get there quickly you can play yo ca**ette to him Jealous a** n***as can't stand to see you ridin' clean All on my f**ing nuts, swinging from my dingeling I can't understand why motherf**ers claimin' hard Slangin' that they slangin' dope, knowin' that they cuttin' yards Jumpin' in the G, ridin' ridin' ten n***as deep Settin' ya a** up for a motherf**in' street sweep Duck motherf**er when ya see the gauge from the teint f**ed up and tryin' to bomb b**h s** a mean dick [Hook/Samples] f** all them hoes who wanna talk that sh** If you real bring it on n***a [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Kick back, smokin' a fat sack with my n***a Crunchy Black 45 Glocks in our draws, Tec Nines in our back -pack, f** school I'm (?) to get f**ed up And take a trip to the Westside High to test some b**hes luck (?) me to f**in' with some straight b**h He tried to burn me then I grabbed my yawk (?) to roll back, grip (?) my clip in I put it to her head and told the hoe legit Lookin' at a calendar, I saw five n***as Who she f**ed who she just met that day I used to f** with the hoe But when she let them n***as houser I grabbed the bible, weed and threw the b**h out my houser Let the hoe experience pain in the worst form Down ... rounds to a crown Crown a hoe with the "Freak of the Year" award And then chop a big booty a** down with a samurai sword W-e-s-t-w-o-o-d H-o-e S-t-a- see I didn't finish spelling bee So yo name ain't on my tape, hoe [Hook/Samples] f** all them hoes who wanna talk that sh** If you real bring it on n***a