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点击复制Stank A** Hoe (Explicit) - Cypress Hill
Written by：Louis Freese/Lawrence Muggerud/Muggs
Once again
We back
Now all these new nigas tryin' to bust grips
Keep tryin' I'm sh*ttin' all over yo tapes
And yo cds you see these
N**gas 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' f**kin' illusions no lie what you usin'
Gimme some of that sh*t sh*t 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 sh*t 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 djin
Playin' you playin' you and playin' you
Decayin' you I'm tyin' and breakin' you
You're a weak a** hoe
Punk slow yo role
You're nothin' but a clone
With nothin' to show
You're a weak a** hoe
Need a style of your own
You're a weak a** hoe
You're a weak a** hoe
Leave me alone
Punk n**ga wit no flow
You're a weak a** hoe
You're a weak a** hoe
Now look at her over there d**n lookin' all fine
Shakin' her a** tellin' me to grab from behind
Please don't mind me youll 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 b**ch
That's right you're a stank hoe
You're a stank a** hoe
Tryin' to get dough
Leave me alone
'Cause you can't roll
You're a stank a** hoe
Nut ridin' pro
You're a stank a** hoe
A stank a** hoe
Leave me alone broke a** hoodrat
You can't roll you can't roll
You're a stank a** hoe
A stank a** hoe
You're a stank a** hoe
Bring it back homie come on huh
Here goes another example to begin it
With a twist yeah like b**ch 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
D**n that sh*t hurts but I put in work
These n**gas are like germs over the counter they lurk
And smirk when you fall down but I calm down
And put the antibacterial assault down
Kill germs that wanna test they want the best
Comparin you to me is like a n**ga to the cess
Never settle for stress or wack rappers
I'm rockin' the outta the west and rockin' the east
You're a b**ch a** hoe
Knockin' on my door
Leave me alone
'Cause you got no soul
You're a b**ch a** hoe
Need to find a place to go
You're a b**ch a** hoe
You're a b**ch a** hoe
Don't touch the microphone
You're a b**ch a** hoe
You're a b**ch a** hoe
Leave me alone
Got no place to go
You're a b**ch a** hoe