Bitches Ain't Shit

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick

Get's the fuck out after you're done

And I hops in my ride to make a quick run

I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright

We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night

Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats

And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets

Peep, the shit got deep and it was on

Number 1 song after number 1 song

Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat

I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at

But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do

Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2

And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'

Now she's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit

Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short

So now she's takin' me to court

It's real conversation for your ass

So recognize and pass to Daz

Now as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood

Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good

We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks

(Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that

This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow

Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash

And get your dash on

While you're chillin', with your homies and shit

And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this

(BEEEYYAAACHHH!)

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

Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up

Bitches on my nuts like clothes

But I'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes

How could you trust a hoe? (Why?)

Cuz a hoe's a trick

We don't love them tricks (Why?)

Cuz a trick's a bitch

And my dick's constantly in her mouth

And turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out

Now

I once had a bitch named Mandy May

Used to be up in them guts like everyday

The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung

I was in love like a muthafucka lickin' the protung

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 niggaz wouldn't trip with mine

Guess what? Got gaffled by one time

I'm back to the muthafuckin' county jail

6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail

I get's released on a hot sunny day

My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre

Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news

Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues

I ain't been out a second

And already gotta do some muthafuckin chin checkin

Move up the block as we groove down the block

See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock

Kick in the do', I look on the flo'

It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe, yo

(Bitches ain't shit)

I uncocked my shit... I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed

Man, fuck a bitch!

(Bitches ain't shit)

I don't give a fuck about a bitch

But I and her know that they can't fade this

Cause I'm doin my own thingdown with the swang

I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing

I say you know can't deal

Cuz I'm a btich that's real

Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah

They need to chill

Because I don't give a fuck

And I don't give a fuck

And I don't give a fuck

And I don't give a fuck

And now I gotta do some

And now I gotta do some shit that's clean

But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean

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 tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang

But just the juicy ones

Witht he tip of the tongue

And then their sprung

With the nuts hung

(Bitches ain't shit)