Lyrics:
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, she basically a hooker but with morals
Chanel on my straight look like a
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay
Ay, ay, she basically a hooker
stories up
I see a wino with a bottle he don't need a cup
And there's a hooker in the alley way
Takin' a chance,tryin' to make a days pay
But the rats in
"This song was written by John Lee Hooker
About his wife, her name is Maudie
Everytime he has an argument with her
He has to write a new verse
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
Speak on it man
Verse 1-Fat Joe
This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters
Played around with, but I laid around with
A honey who was funny now I'm caught up in a myth
I thought I was in love with a hooker
I wore out my shoes
caught by the coppers
It's time for me to raise 'em up proper by myself
It's a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain't got no help
Now everybody tellin' me
sure
They'll know you're fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door
But young woman, the pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker
Medical
and crack pushers
Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers
Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein
Tracks all over her arms, she never felt
Tryin' to drain them all dry, got hung up by the rope
Magazines and books, clearly undefinable
Wiped the clean slate, and pulled the rug from underneath
Attention!
At this moment you are now listenin to an Ice-T LP.
If you are offended by words like shit, bitch, fuck, dick, ass, ho,
cunt, dirty bitch,
infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch
and crack pushers
Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers
Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein
Tracks all over her arms, she never felt
I’m gonna take a taxi
Gonna take a taxi downtown
And I’m gonna pick up a hooker
And take her to a restaurant
I’m gonna by her an omelet, or whatever
to the sky or they sending me down below
I wanna know - (you wanna see a dead body)
Down by the tracks the foot of the hill
The junkie cat gather to cure
at the hookers auction
Left as a crooked orphan
Wrapped in the sports section
Box score, fake black rubber cock in the top drawer, what
Make this fucking
You're just a rabbit that be captured by the falcons feet
I hunt for the meat see me we can thump in the street
Fuck around leave you slumped in your
here working and I gotta pay up
Cindy, she not herself unless she smoking crack
7 times she got stabbed in the back
By a regular john she dealt with
Timberland the boot
Kush is by prescription, prolific in the kitchen
People on my dick because I'm vicious with the diction
House shoes and some khakis
And a hooker that I hired
Uhhh, actually there wasn't a hooker
I, uhh, just remembered
That was another robot
On a quest for destiny and greatness
And maybe
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over
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