[Intro: Kurupt (Daz)]

Yeah, let me tell you about this bitch

(look at that hoe right there!

 She finer than a motherfucker..

 Well go spit at her!)

I seen her over there in the mall..

Fuckin' the biggest titties a nigga ever saw

(Girl, come over here and give us your number girl

 Quit fakin' on us, shit, come on...)



[Kurupt]

She was pretty as shit, fly as can be, lil' pretty ass bitch

I played her cool like a coin machine

Exactly, I'm in the back - you know what I mean?

I ain't 'bout to approach her, cause I knows her game

And I know what she be doin', and I knows her name

She's Belina, man when I seen her on the corner, chillin'

Eh yo, I understand that I want her

Take her to the back where she belongs

She heard of me Kurupt, and she heard of my songs

Eh yo, it's no doubt, I'm 'bout to turn this mutha out

Like hammer this slammer, so let's play house

Yo, it's all about the games that people play, everyday

I met her up in L.A

There's no stalls I don't have no flaws

I'm rough and raw, met her up at the Crenshaw Mall

She was chillin', I'm chillin' like a villain

Eh yo, I'm cold as ice

Kurupt, I'll step to her and my game's precise

I'm like "Yo what's up girl?, it's me Kurupt

you know I'm here, let me share your world"

Eh yo, she's like "what's happenin'?

Yo I've seen you before, I don't believe it

What you doin' up at this mall?"

I'm like "Yo, I'm out to get some clothes"

And this is just story, one story about many hoez



[Chorus]

This is stories..

Of hoez we know..

This is stories..

Of hoez we know..



[Daz Dillinger]

I bust a hoe from way back and she was stacked

With a million plus bricks, body and shit

I met her in the Beverly Center, up in Beverly Hills

She had a Guess bag, some D.A. and why the bitch look fly

Them, me, him, he, can be with you, tonight you'll see

You wonder why I spit this game

Tha Gang, always remains the same

I got bitches, who least expect it

I got drunk fine bitches who strip butt naked

I got skinny hoez, thick hoez, who perform

I got bitches, in the quietest storm

I got a bitch named Pam - broke up with her man

Hit the pussy one time, she didn't understand

I had another hoe in the club, by the name Love

Love was the girl who loved clit plus dick

All kind of freaky shit, (c'mon) doin' it wild

Penis on a tuesday night, we doin' it wild

You know my name and you know the game

YOu know the game can never be the same

Once I leave you hoe, I ain't never comin' back

Dick run fat, so slap you dead on your back hoe



[Chorus]

This is stories..

Of hoez we know..

This is stories..

Of hoez we know..