เนื้อเพลง Hoes - Ying Yang Twins

I hate Hoes
I hate hoes
I hate hoes
Ooooooh

[Chorus:]
All these hoes is da muthaf*ckin same,
Play ya to da left like a muthaf*ckin lame,
Call yall out yall muthaf*ckin name,
F*ck yall lames
I got game!
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me

[D Roc:]
Forreal b*tch, dont take the sh*t wrong
Thinkin im nice ill break ya jawbone
Get the f*ck on
Leave me alone
B*tch you betta go on
See, yall hoes aint optimistic
Cockblockin b*tches
U unproper b*tches
What's tha problem b*tches
U say ya n*gga hurt ya feelins
Well, hoes done hurt mine
Not once, not twice,
But b*tch all the time
So im a dog to a broad
Have em all cryin,
I done cried before,
That dont make me a hoe
That just show me where my feelins aint supposed to go
See, I got da magic stick ya dumb b*tch
Other n*gga u f*ck wit, be on some punk sh*t
And imma show yall i dont need no help,
Just as soon as i loosen my belt
B*TCH!

[Chorus:]
All these hoes is da muthaf*ckin same,
Play ya to da left like a muthaf*ckin lame,
Call yall out yall muthaf*ckin name,
F*ck yall lames
I got game!
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me

[Kane:]
I need a moment,
I cant stand b*tches and hoes
Cause a b*tch is a b*tch and a hoe gon' hoe,
But a woman hold her own
She got her own home
She drive her own car
Buyin drinks at tha bar
Take a n*gga out to eat
Take a n*gga to da mall
Treat a n*gga good
And wash a n*gga draws
But b*tches aint sh*t,
Always talkin sh*t
They wanna be tha sh*t
But is they sh*t? No
And hoes, they f*ck off the god damn chain
Everything and everythang but dont take names
So das a nasty hoe and i cant do sh*t wit it
Please get out my face I dont need a case
Yeah, I love yall respectful women
Independent women
I takes em out all the time
But yall hit the baggage need to keep on trackin
I aint speakin I aint talkin to nothin
Cause

[Chorus:]
All these hoes is da muthaf*ckin same,
Play ya to da left like a muthaf*ckin lame,
Call yall out yall muthaf*ckin name,
F*ck yall lames
I got game!
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me

[Jacki-O:]
Just keep my name out ya mouth
Before ya find out how a down south hoe wil' out
You a hata, she a hata, three a hata, fo'
Everywhere i go i see some hatin ass hoes
Seven bell, jazze bell, never my ??
?? be hot because my deeper asophagus
Still they wanna bone me, smile, and phone me,
Laugh cuz soon as i turn my back they stab it
Learn to play fair
Stop tryin to care
Two hoes to one n*gga,
B*tch, learn to share
Baby, you dead ass broke
For hatin on the rich chicks
See how i flow?
B*tch, put it on ya wish list
Two seater wit tha chill on
My baby daddy put tha grill on
Fixin to put tha heels on
Chrome spokes wit da low pros
And tha trunk funk blows up the cedar on the dashboard

[Chorus:]
All these hoes is da muthaf*ckin same,
Play ya to da left like a muthaf*ckin lame,
Call yall out yall muthaf*ckin name,
F*ck yall lames
I got game!
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me

This is the mens national anthem for this year
All yall real women,
Yall can sing this sh*t too
If u a hoe and u hate another hoe,
U can sing this sh*t too
If u a b*tch and u hate and b*tch,
U can sing this sh*t too
So everybody gon' sing this sh*t
I hate hoes, they hate me too
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
B*TCH!