Geto Boys - Like Some Ho's lyrics

[Intro: Willie D] Especial quest, ha ha going out to all the who*es out there Ha ha, oh! I ain't just talking about the females You know, there's a lot of n***az, that have who*e-like qualities Just peep that sh**, as oppose they mad at the clothes Cash flows, ha ha [Verse 1: Willie D] Look at these haters, pulling me over, in my 'Gater Dirty f**ers, they ain't nothing but some co*k-s**ers Fifteen rolling through the B-nickle And everything is working on my V-Hickle I'm sick of all you motherf**ing crooked cops The minute you p**y see me up, you make the block Checking out your screen, hoping I ain't clean Mother f** your guns and your badge and your sirens All my cop homies, I got recognize them Not only do I know my rights, I exercise them against You motherf**ers that abuse your authority Ain't no pleasure to bust a cap in your a** cause you ain't especial You breathe like me, you bleed like me, from slugs So why you mean mugging when I come in the club? What you jealous of? - the j**elry, ha ha, the money, the car? Don't hate me cause I'm paid homeboy [Chorus: Scarface] n***az be player-hate me, like some who*es Men talking about me daily, like some who*es Cause I will leave to you the major-lay, I suppose Throwing sh** all up in my Bentley, you're some who*es [Verse 2: Scarface] I'm mad to hand your a** post bar, posted up n***a offing training camp, flossing in his Expedition Thinking he can change her tramp-a**, she is on a mission Now, checking out my stone blocks Earrings, Rolex, Equating band, it don't stop But now we're making contact, eye to eye, she is smiling Believes to wide shinning, fat-a** is just the profiling Now I'm out on the grinding, friendly to get the paper work Game tight to her size, we're both involved, let's make it work Took her to a restaurant, admiring the 512 Testarossa, 92 It's an Old School but all well, headed to a private spot Get her out the Parking Lot n***a, must be knew the bro, but this n***a talked though He will tell her boy for it, what the f** is that going to do? Long as you don't f** with me, I ain't finna f** with you Burning up her cell phone, leaving hell of call open I'm listening to your hating man, man this awesome [Chorus] [Verse 3: Devin the Dude] I'm just minding my business, officer what is this? Don't shoot me in my kidneys I just came from my girl crib and she is talking sh** She said somebody has been calling her, some old stalking b**h Who said I f**ed her, and left her, she reminds me of you Who always run behind me, winning and flipping blue So why would you f**ing with me, while I'm trying to chill? You think I'm selling crack, from a seventy nine Seville Just had it open kind of big, it ain't even kicked in You've been following me, f**ing with me every since sixteen I'm just trying to go and see my very close good friends You're calling up in his house and I'm feeling kick ends So, I'm just, rolling, car not stolen I be typing and writing in the Vogue tripe's golden Hoping, freaks will get inside in my Seville seventy nine But you keep hating on me [Chorus]