MC EIHTHood Ratz Lyrics
Sendin' this one right here
To all the girls out there that get down like they live
Roll with the hoo-bangers
You like the way I get down like y'all live
Check it out
Y'all know the
Bitch I need, nuthin but cash and weed
Out of town trips, slips my cash with speed
Don't get it twisted, no captain
But I'm cappin' and duckin'
While a hoe hides me out and I'm steadily f**kin'
Doin your thang
While I teach you how to hop on planes
Get this cream from this fool with the country name
Same day you get back, my bankroll stack
As a matter of fact, you know I like that
Sticky bitches have niggas straight spendin' they dough
Ya know cash runs everything around a hoe
Greedy as f**k, a chicken tryin' to scheme on chickens
Greedy as f**k, to pay the bitch, she keep on lickin'
I love the hoe
She's out to get my paper fo' sho'
Anytime and place she ready to go
No pigeon in the world could match
Simple as f**k
Hood rats ain't hard to catch
We lovin 'em ho's, we lovin 'em ho's
Sing with me...
Sneaky cause she wanna just f**k for ends
F**k and spend, f**k, run tell yo' friens
All of y'all do their f**kin' shit
All your homegirl, bitch, who you f**kin' with
Gossip you spit
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Put each other up on game
On which nigga's got chips, routine's the same
Shakin' that ass with the jiggle and twitch
In the club bustin', knowin i'ma want that bitch
You ain't seein a nigga ghetto rich
Ghetto fab, ghetto star
Hop off stage,? bless thou?
No questions asked, that's the role you play
You hit me up on monday
F**k the bitch anyway
It ain't nuthin'
And leave suckas say: the bitch good for somethin
Anywhere, any day, any hour
In front of anybody, in the shower
I'm lovin 'em ho's, I'm lovin 'em ho's
Geah ya know how it goes...
Geah, check me out
Is she or she not the top notch?
Watch the peddle pushers and rocks in a?
How she cop, bitch flips, trips, no sleepin
Back to the club where she strips on a weekend
You know what I'm speakin' she's out to get yo' bread
? up, choke up, showin some leg
Get down like you live and get down on a dime
You bring yo' homegirl, that's fine
Who is better?
I got the chedder ready to spend
With a video tape so I can record the date
F**kin' with eiht it's all good
Now back that ass up like you know you should
Know the game alive, toss chips
Watch you get down and start movin' the crowd
Geah, say it loud
Hoo-bangers, we get down on that shit, you know
Songwriter(s): Ralph Larry Eskridge, Randolph Murph, Johnson Clarence Jr, Clarence Johnson
Copyright: Moo-lah Publishing Co., Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Seabons Publishing, Royal Blood Music, Raltha Publishing
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