Cypress Hill

Letra de Stank Ass Hoe

Letras de Cypress Hill

"Stank Ass Hoe"

[Sen Dog]
 Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 
 Once again, ha ha ha 
 We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 
 
 [B-Real]
 Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips
 Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes
 And yo CDs, you see these
 Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these
 Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka
 The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor
 I got double platinum records on the wall 
 While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall
 Cats wanna try me, you must be high
 Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?
 Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it
 Any little title you got, I'm takin it
 You can't have it, you didn't earn it
 Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it
 Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss
 What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?
 What role are you playin? I'm only sayin
 You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in
 Playin you, playin you, and playin you
 Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)
 
 [Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
 You're a weak ass hoe
 Punk slow yo role
 You're nothin but a clone
 With nothin to show
 You're a weak ass hoe
 Need a style of your own
 You're a weak ass hoe
 You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)
 Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)
 Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)
 You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)
 You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)
 
 [B-Real]
 Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine
 Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind
 Please don't mind me, you'll find me
 Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these
 Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble
 Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double
 I'll be in that corner table wit my homies
 Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies
 Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic
 To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?
 Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?
 Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone
 She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me
 Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly
 I don't think so, you stink, hoe
 The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe
 Please back up, I know you look good
 But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch
 (ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)
 
 [Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
 You're a stank ass hoe
 Tryin to get dough
 Leave me alone
 Cause you can't roll
 You're a stank ass hoe
 Nut ridin pro
 You're a stank ass hoe
 A stank ass hoe
 Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)
 You can't roll (You can't roll)
 You're a stank ass hoe
 A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)
 You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)
 (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
 (Bring it back homie, come on, huh)
 
 [B-Real]
 Here goes another example to begin it
 With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it
 When I look at me, I look and see
 How long it took for you to throw the book at me
 Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work
 These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk
 And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down
 And put the anti-bacterial assault down
 Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best
 Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess
 Never settle for stress, or wack rappers
 I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)
 
 [Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
 (Punk ass nigga)
 You're a bitch ass hoe
 Knockin on my door
 Leave me alone
 Cause you got no soul
 You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)
 Need to find a place to go
 You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)
 You're a bitch ass hoe
 Don't touch the microphone
 You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)
 You're a bitch ass hoe
 Leave me alone
 Got no place to go
 You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)
 [humming]
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