Spice 1 - Hoez Love It lyrics

[Intro: Richard Pryor] I don't mess around. I had about four womens in my life. That's right, ‘cause they drain ya. They do; they f** all the time. That's right; if you f** one of ‘em good, you in trouble. ‘Cause she gon' tell her friend, she gon' want some. That's right; and you f** her, she gon' tell somebody. And the next thing you know, you got to f** eight or nine times [Verse 1: Mac Dre] Now how much money can one black man make When his game be great and seasoned like a tasty steak No limit, I'm in it to hold loot Collectin' scrill like that Golden Gate toll booth Old schoolin' like La-Di-Da-Di Stickin' long donk in every hole in a b**h body She lick pipe, but never would I taste walls Catchin' more hoes than Mike Piazza catch balls Mac Dre, I keep hoes droolin' Ragooey, still old schoolin' '71 gla** house with that white interior Blowin' big bomb, drinkin', rhyme superior 151 ways I get dumb For every ten times she cum I bust one I got stamina, I f** ‘til the rooster crow Put them legs up and let me goose ya, hoe [Chorus 4X] Hoes…love it [Verse 2: Spice 1] Bossalini, it's the muthaf**in' thug in me I got a gangsta b**h pushin' all my d** for me f** ‘em then get in my Benz, rob their old boyfriend n***a gotta stay strapped with Desert Eagles, .44s, Mac-10s (Blaow!) Show her how to pull the trigger Talkin' to this thick a** b**h like she my potna, my only n***a Another way to get the lucci Is to hide these ki's up in your muthaf**in' coochie Extra Large in the heezay, with Mac Dreezay Put the mac playa sh** down up in the Teezay b**h come and go on this lick with me Born k**ers like Mickey and Mallory You in love with a fugitive Bounty hunters on my dick, no clues to give Got a muthaf**a dodgin' the pigs but I'mma stay at your crib So we can f** on the table and barbecue us some ribs [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mac Dre] You never met a n***a like me The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G Colder than 40s fresh out the freezer Doper than a muthaf**in' quarter-piece'a I got game that make hoes go get it Funkier than two fat hoes that just sh**ted On the same toilet, don't spoil it, it's all gracious Keep hoes tied up like shoelaces Mac Dre, boy, that playboy that hoes love If your hutch act dumb, I'm gon' shove You can run up if you really wanna see Dre But I don't give a F-U-C-K I take wives, lives, whenever it get funky Ask your baby mama, n***a, I got donkey Gon' be in the Caddy when I'm in that babby She askin', “Mac Dre, would you be my daddy?” [Chorus]