Hi-C - Hit Me Where It Hurts lyrics

[Hi-C] Now I'd rather be kicked in the nuts, 20 times than to go to war fightin for hoes that ain't mine Moms used to always tell me love is blind And don't listen to them p**ytail hoes, they be lyin Well momma you was right, damn I shoulda listened But I was horny, I couldn't WAIT to go fishin YOUNG GUN FULL OF CUM, sprung and straight trippin Bareback and raw dick style, straight slippin She hit me on the phone like boo, I love you But one day I came home like damn, who's shoe? I wear a 9 and a 1/2, this a 13 The neighbors downstairs used to hear her scream She did the dirty do-low, ho you ain't right Got n***az comin through layin MONSTER pipe When I went to get the coochie it was, fartin and burpin I said, "Ho you been cheatin on me, my heart hurtin" [Chorus - repeat 2X] She hit me where it hurt, I was out there doin the work I shoulda known she was doin the dirt, with the milkstains on her skirt [Hi-C] Itchy-kitchy ya-ya, you a liah Drop me off at the clinic, we both on FIYAH Yeah I said WE and it's all because of YOU I've been keepin it real, but now I wanna KILL We had to get a jump to make her car start And she got my dick burnin like Charzard I slid up in the place tryin to hide my face I had "Go See the Doctor" to get sh** straight The girls behind the desk said "have a seat sir" Now she mad cause them b**hes lookin better than her Just SHUT UP, lyin b**h, don't say nuttin I'm scared now, I don't know WHO you been f**in My first love, first rub, first hug My first s*ut, first bu*t, first nut But this the last dame, Ms. Thang, you stuck up This the last dance, last chance, you f**ed up! (What?) [Chorus] [Hi-C] You better call before you come homey, don't pop up There's somebody in there now, tearin the co*k up He fresh out the pen, swoll and rocked up You ran up on the n***a and got, socked up You whipped out the heat and now he shot up But police hit the street, and now you locked up And while you in jail, she burnin the block up You got a stepson cause now she knocked up Eeney meanie mynie moe, cause she's a hoe And if the kid ain't really yours, let her go She wanna catch a baller baller, by the toe To s** his dick to his balls, and get his dough My heart made of stone, thanks to you baby So now I just bone and make the hoes pay me You got the audacity, to say you love me When the homies caught you at the Laker game with Dub C?! [Chorus] - 2X