Lord Infamous - Hell Naw lyrics

[Hook] 4x (s** my p**y n***a!) Hell naw, f** you! ["Get Buck" chant in the background] [Verse 1: DJ Paul] We be up in the club Me and my n***as fresh as a gucci store Booties of some cutie hoochies [Verse 2: Juicy J] I'm 'bout my pimpin' so I need to find some girlfriend Call up on a pile of weed and a couple of fifths of gin Find a cool spot that too hot for the crooked cops ... n***as (?) some pot, junkies smoking rocks Meet me on da block, what you want? Black ... (?) s**y brown-brown Put your cheese down-down ... down town In the bed she clown-clown [Hook] 4x (s** my p**y n***a!) Hell naw, f** you! [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Sometimes I be wantin' to take my fist And beat these b**hes badly These b**hes be playin' more games Than motherf**ing Milton Bradley I'll never be payin' a fine Till this b**h is on my mind I'm hittin' it all the time Cause all of the b**hes are mine Like I said, n***a keep a third eye on your track because I'm jumping the strategy ... f** with my count You better make this sh** leave Get your a** up from under the sheets And get this deep rear relieve She cuss b**h, I don't wanna hear no stories That's when I get in them draws I'm leavin' the blaze of glory Cause the k**ers are k**in' the coochie The hoochies are gettin' up outta them clothes I'd never be lovin' s*ut and I never would propose I'm spittin' this gangsta sh** To all you degraded n***a fake hoes [Hook] 4x (s** my p**y n***a!) Hell naw, f** you!