Beep!
 Trick Daddy
 I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
 'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
 Old material bitch
 Gold digging for them tender dicks
 A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
 Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
 Getting money by at the pak Jam  by the back door
 Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top
 Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock
 Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit
 Smelling like dead fish
 And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit
 And every time I see you, you got to have dick
 You wants mo' respect
 You gets no respect
 And all you want is some hardcore sex
 1, 2, 3, yes you know
 4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole
 Back-to-back from the back, head and all
 Doo-doo brown and licked his hairy ass balls
 In the streets late-night me, you, and all my boys
 What I'm thinking 'bout honey bun (honey bun)
 You got the nigga running up in you
 Shake it like "Naww, I'm not trying to do you"
 No good freak, is the same but I love you
 I'm off in you skin-deep motherfucker let's do it again sometimes you like that, huh?
 The next nut going out for your grandma


 You'se a ho but you can't help it 'cause you don't know it
 I figure you'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
 Oh, Oh, Ho
 You'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it



 Buddy Roe
 Stupid bitch you done dropped out of high school
 But who's the fool?
 You'se a prime example
 You met a nigga named Mike
 at the nice Lexus lane looking like grands for the night
 Times are hard, you scared, your rent is due
 It aint no limit to the shit you do
 You making records in the studio
 Telling me it aint who you know it's who you blow
 Sheit,
 I'll hit you up for a gangbang
 Have you doing strange thangs for some small change
 Keeping it real
 Fucking with the wrong pops
 Longshoreman on the dock
 Head, booty and cock
 You get what he got
 Shooting tech to his whole cat
 Took him home let him hit you from the back
 With tax because it's like that

 I figure you'se a Ho Ho Ho

 You can't trust
 A bitch with a big butt
 You get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch
 Jimmy-up when I bust her
 Fucked her
 HIV can't trust her
 I got too much to lose
 Cash rules
 Protect the family jewels
 Yeah,
 And I ain't going out like Easy
 Believe me
 A nigga disease free

 Chorus

 Trick Daddy
 Had another baby, blame it on the same nigga
 Reason being is seeing that he's a dope dealin
 Bitch, you'se a fiend you want dick
 You wan't much flow,
 But I can't pay you ho
 You dissed Trick,
 And now you on the hitlist
 I dogged you out, and now you getting dick shit
 I told my boys
 That you make much noise
 And you like getting off with those sex toys
 A bunch of high school hos at the Goom-Bay*
 They got they drawers in they hands like it's okay
 They got all the niggas jockin 'cause they cock fat
 The young hoes turning heads 'cause they got back
 Now, they finer than them hos off TV
 But, they fucking every nigga on fifteenth
 So I figgaaaaaaa
 You'se a Ho Ho Ho

 Chorus

 Ho Ho Ho

 Chorus with variation untill the end

 * The goom-bay is a Carribean music celebration down in miami