Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre - Housewife songtekst
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Chorus: Kurupt Now this this is one of them occasions where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can`t make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end a bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man`s best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can`t make a hoe a housewife (wife) [Dr. Dre] I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip (Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guilty You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy She on the dillzy, I take advantage All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin Spanish I`m mannish - get yo` nails out my back Slut I`m bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo` cat Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes Dollar signs are folded, I can`t control it Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded She sweatin me, won`t let me, broad turned fraud Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh Man it`s a trip I don`t trip I`m in yo` Lexus flexin I left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-out Chorus [Hittman] Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like Bunny Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Norstrom sales with abortion money I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe`s erotica Exotic - she`s psychotic, rockin his Nautica Soon he`ll need antibiotics (sucka bitch) Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?" Fool I pity ya We live in the city off, ballers with more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her to the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like, Rico That`s when I caught a Vision like Coleco A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and Pico [Kurupt] At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?) I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we`ll fuck her friends I said I dip, dive, what can I say? Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O.J. Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip And bitches ain`t shit but hoes and tricks I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes Lil` Almond Joy, I truly enjoy if you blew my balls, right through my drawers Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot From the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lot I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh) Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak That ain`t shit new, I thought you knew (what?) I knew you would, you wish you could break a G down, break me down But I`ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. style Chorus {*door slams*} [D.O.C.] Lil` 1/2 Dead [1/2 Dead??] Lil` 1/2 Dead the money jumped out to say ol` Snoop Dogg on the look out boy? [D.O.C.] Yeahhh [some hoe] He gotta be MORE than 1/2 Dead if he don`t fill my motherfuckin drink up! [1/2 Dead??] Or fill your motherfuckin mouth up [D.O.C.] Ahhhhhh-HAHAhahahahAHAHH [some hoe] I don`t think so!!