Royce The Choice - Whoop Her Ass lyrics

(I whoop you when I wanna Kick your a** too I do all these things cause I think I love you) (Love you) (Love you) (Love you) --] Robin Harris [ Big Mike ] Yo, I can't wait to see my girl When I was locked up she was actin a fool in that free world Wouldn't accept my collect calls She had another motherf**er in her drawers breakin her p**y walls Thought I could trust her with my cheese But the b**h seen a mink coat on sale and said, "n***a please" So now I'm out to get her After I box on her a** till she drops I'ma quit her I might even f** her But I be damned if I f** up again and trusted the motherf**er So now I'm havin visions of a wrestling match I'm on the right, she's on the left, the b**h is gettin snatched Across the ring I headbu*t the hoe fast Pick her up and surplex the b**h a** Slammed her to the floor like a stamp Applied the figure fo' on the tramp Damn, what a vision, G To get my foot out of her a** she's gonna need surgery Knock-knock, knock on her door, she's here at last She better have some good insurance cause I'ma whip her a** (Kick the b**h down the f**in block) [ Lord 3-2 ] I called my girl's house the other day Some n***a answered the phone, said his name was Ray Shot Ray some play So his hoe a** wouldn't know I was on my way Got to the house, knocked on the do' Ray opened the do', I dropped his a** to the flo' My gal started screamin ( ? ) out of the b**h, I was just fiendin ( ? ) foot caught the b**h in her face Then I grabbed the hoe by her motherf**in waist Slammed her to the flo' and sh** Then started beatin the b**h with a solid wood clobber stick And threw her a** out the window She went through the windshield of a f**ed up Pinto But that ain't stopped me, bro I got her off the Pinto and beat her a** some mo' Not worried a bit or the least Goddamn, here come the motherf**in police They put me in cuffs, took me to jail Threw my a** in a cell and said, "Motherf** a bail" They're settin up all my papers for prison For b**h in a hospital with bad condition That sh** she did to me couldn't pa** I ain't wanna hear sh**, I had to whoop her a** (Kick the b**h down the f**in block) [ Choice ] Now wait a minute, it's time for Choice to get in it And whippin own females' a**es, I ain't with it I'm not sayin all girls are shinin stars But you Ex-Cons are takin sh** too far Instead of whippin on that a** you should caress it Love it, hug, it, f** it, and bless it Instead of misusin it, doggin it out and plain old abusin it Cause we can run game just like y'all The difference is we want money and you want drawers So baby, chill and understand Even though we run game we're still down to please a man But if you're still actin pushy I'ma tell my girls to pull a nun and put a lock on that p**y (Get the f** away from me) (b**h, just get the f** away from me) (You f**) [ Big Mike ] So now you know what's up On these funky little b**hes in the street that don't give a f** About n***as like us So next time they wanna go out, make the b**hes ride the bus Dog 'em like it go And if you have to, treat 'em like a hoe And if they actin like they all that Beat them b**hes down like Tyson on the comeback f** 'em but don't trust 'em, goddamn 'em Pick the skeezers up over your head and bodyslam 'em Cause a hoe'll be a hoe, a b**h'll be a b**h A freak'll be a freak and a trick'll be a trick So take some advice from the teacher of the cla** Don't hesitate for a second to whoop a b**h's a** Yep yep (Kick the b**h down the f**in block)