Kurupt - b**hes Ain't sh** lyrics

[Hook - Snoop] b**hes ain't sh** but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and s** the dick Gets the f** out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run [Verse 1 - Dr. Dre] I used to know a b**h named Eric Wright We used to roll around and f** the hoes at night Tighter than a motherf**a with the gangsta beats And we was balling on the motherf**ing Compton streets Peep, the sh** got deep and it was on Number 1 song after number 1 song Long as my motherf**ing pockets was fat I didn't give a f** where the b**h was at But she was hanging with a white b**h doing the sh** she do s**ing on his dick just to get a buck or 2 And the few ends she got didn't mean nothing Now she's suing cause the sh** she be doing ain't sh** b**h can't hang with the streets, she found herself short So now she's taking me to court It's real conversation for your a** So recognize, and pa** to Daz [Verse 2 - Daz] Now as I'm rolling with my n***a Dre and Eastwood f**ing hoes, clocking dough - up to no good We flip-flop and serve hoes like flapjacks (Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) b**h, and it's like that This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow You run up in them hoes and grab the cash And get your dash on While you're chilling with your homies and sh** And how my n***as kick the anthem like this (Snoop: Beyach!) [Hook] [Verse 3 - Kurupt] To the store, to get me a 4-0 Snoop Doggy-Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes So I head down the street to Long Beach Just so I could meet a freak To lick me from my head to my feet And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up Nothing but homies around, so I puts my gun up b**hes on my nuts like clothes But I'm from Tha Pound and "we don't love them hoes" How could you trust a ho? (Snoop: Why?) Cause a ho's a trick We don't love them tricks (Snoop: Why?) Cause a trick's a b**h And my dick's constantly in her mouth And turning them trick-a** hoes the f** out now [Verse 4 - Snoop] I once had a b**h named Mandy May Used to be all in them guts like every day The p**y was the bomb, had a n***a on sprung I was in love like a motherf**a, licking the pearl tongue The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood So I figure n***as wouldn't trip with mine Guess what? Got gaffled by one-time I'm back to the motherf**ing county jail 6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail I gets released on a hot sunny day My n***a D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre Scooped in a coupe, "Snoop we got news Your girl was tricking while you was draped in your county blues" I ain't been out a second And already gotta do some motherf**ing chin-checkin' Move up the block as we groove down the block See my girl's house, "Dre, pa** the Glock" Kick in the do', I look on the flo' It's my little cousin Daz and he's f**ing my ho, yo (b**hes ain't sh**) I un-co*k my sh**...I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed Man, f** a b**h! [Hook] [Verse 5 - Jewell] I don't give a f** about a b**h But I and her know that they can't fade this Cause I'm doin my own thing down with the swang I'm hanging with d**h Row like it ain't no thang I say you know you can't deal, cause I'm a b**h that's real Motherf**ers need to step back, hell yeah they need to chill Because I don't give a f**, and I don't give a f** And I don't give a f**, I don't give a f** And now I gotta do some sh** that's clean But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean, hah Like a washing machine I can wash the clothes All the hoes knows that I'm on the flo', ho But they can't hang with my type on swang I ain't trying to say I s** every ding-a-lang But just the juicy ones with the tip of the tongue And then they're sprung, and with the nuts hung (b**hes ain't sh**)