Dj Clue - F**k a b***h (feat. snoop dog & kurupt) lyrics

West, West y'all William Holla with the S, y'all, y'all know what time it is Woof, can't spell the West without the 'E S' DJ Clue, beyotch, Kurupt, oh, what? I fall off into a party with a drink in my hand Rocawear pants but I ain't come here to dance By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue? Tell him I'm lookin' for him, what's yo' name? Big Snoop I'm in the big Coupe, I got that whoop, whoop I'm tryin' to get a chicken, I got that big loot Let me slide to the hoop, regroup and come through I'll bag it up and serve you and you too I throw strikes like Andy Petitte and Roger Clemens Pitch a shut-out, the whole 9 innings The bulletproof 'Lac with the windows tinted You mean the one with the pretty b**hes sittin' in it? Please believe it, we gon' represent it And we gon' bend it and dent it f** what it cost, we gon' spend it Buy it, never rent it Now, when you s**in' my dick, baby girl, put yo' face in it Get it, get it girl, get it girl, make yo' head swirl Get it, get it, make my toes curl And get, it get it, go on, girl It's a crazy mixed up doggy, dogg world And I know that you really can't believe what ya hear and ya see Just put ya hands up and repeat after me Get yo' money, f** a b**h and blow a gang of weed And I know that you probably never thought that you could see a true G A n***a like the D O double Gizzy But like I said, get yo' money, f** a b**h and blow a gang of weed Yeah, y'all the type of s**ers we see straight through When we skate through, with DJ Clue Hoes gobble on something, swallow on something Throwin' hollows like football pa**es and football practice Off that dodo, look at the shine comin' off that fo' fo' I want the ki's, the trees, the ice, and the G's What's yours is mines but you already know though I'm young Gotti Desodo Let's see how long a body can flow fo' I got my Rocawear leather on, on swoop, n***a You know Damien and Jigga laced me and Snoop, n***a Them my motherf**in' homeboys See Beanie's from my hometown Memphis with the full pound Tucked in Amil purse, all you b**hes hatin' get a deal first It's hard work, raise off the homegirl b**hes And I know that you really can't believe what ya hear and ya see Just put ya hands up and repeat after me Get yo' money, f** a b**h and blow a gang of weed And I know that you probably never thought that you could see a true G A n***a like the D O double Gizzy But like I said, get yo' money, f** a b**h and blow a gang of weed Yeah, you know how we do Ya, Big Snoop Dogg, Kurupt Young Gotti Rockin' these n***as, Rocafella, what? f**ers Iceberg slimmin' on these hoes, doin' it big, yeah Aight, aight, I'ma take me a trip to Marcy, go f** with my OG's And f** you b**hes and you b**h a** n***as We ain't f**in' with none of you s**as in 2001 On to the rest, you b**hes