Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg - Wasn'T Your Fault songtekst
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Yeah .. niggas wanna take care of these hoes Niggas wanna control these hoes You can't control these bitches These is independent bitches these years You can't understand the 2000 in here? Motherfuckers wanna put they mack down Wanna put they soder down Let a bitch do what she wanna do If she chose to ride wit a G Then let her ride wit a G The bitch don't wanna sit back and be a housewife all the time Let the ho be what she wanna be A real slut, and let the ho get on and make her money You understand? I got a homey sittin' by me Understand this nigga don't understand because he's a young nigga You know what I'm sayin'? I'm been in the game since '85 And I know a ho don't do nothin', wanna play a nigga like 9 to 5, alright YIKES, Shabba dabble do Because these hoes, they can't be controlled You gotta find 'em, spot 'em, send 'em, get em, got 'em, you know It wasn't (uh uh) your fault (it wasn't your fault) You was only tryin' to be nice (tryin' be nice) Only tryin to be nice, ohh (can't be nice to these hoes) You know you can't control these hoes (no, no, no) You know you can't control these hoes (can't control these hoes) You know you can't control these hoes What she do, she jumped out of her sleep and left the pad at a quarter to two That's on you, you shoulda put your foot in her ass, like a pimp's supposed to do But instead of goin' 'upside da head' You bought her a 5 karat wit your bread And then she went and gave her homeboy Ted some head I ain't tellin' on her, I'm just sayin', what you do When your bitch out of bounds and you don't know what to do What we do, we check 'em from the gate, to keep a bitch straight It's on you, see you can take her out and buy her all types of things You's a fool, cause when she leave you, for what he do You'll see fool Me and you, that's what you thought 'til your ass got caught Shame on you, and now I understand why my momma used to tell me that Ain't that true, you can't make a queen out a motherfuckin' hoodrat Game on you, cause now you back at your momma house And you sleepin' on tha copeasack What's she do, I gave her the keys to my '74 Cadillac Say it ain't true, she let a nigga drive it, ask tha homie Battlecat Whatchu do, put my foot in her ass and mashed tha gas You know me, and ever since that day my nigga, I've been P I M P Thats your boo, but she know every nigga in the Roc-A-Fella Crew That's on you, baby blow too much, I mean she know too much That's my boo, it's all about who she did and where she been I love you, you shouldn't a told her that, you should a smacked her flat Shame on you (shame on you), your so in love you fittin' to get a tattoo That ain't cool (that ain't cool), love is blind and no friend of mine If I was you, I'd a packed her bags and bust anotha bitch thats bad Game got rules, if you lose a ho, you gotta gain a ho