Sho'nuff

[Tela] It was this bitch that I knew back from '86 Graduated and made it from the college of dicks Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me Tryin' to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key Nah hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckers go I remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well How the hell you been since I had no job Hum, why don't you give me some 'Cause you know I flow and run for Suave Nah, all of that was on the couch No doubt why y'all records spin, why y'all shippin' in gold It's cold On The Outside lookin' in (brrrr!) You'd best a make yourself worthy Cause I got a click of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty You heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit Ain't this a bitch I remember when you would not give me shit Now you down for them habits Put your numbers on them naturals Make it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom [Chorus] Hoes with no clothes sure enough Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what? Hoes with no clothes sure enough Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what? Hoes with no clothe sure enough Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what? Hoes with no clothes sure enough Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?, Suave love [Eightball] No different from the rest She's just an ordinary hoe Hair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo Make it fast, takin' cash, shakin' ass in the mix Tens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks Niggas in love Can't stay out the club All in the hoe's face But at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased I see him in the back Countin' up that cheddar Talkin' loud, smokin' hay, makin' clouds, gettin' ready for the crowd I think I know one I remember you, oh yes I do Tryin' to hide side from me and my crew, but ain't no love lost boo What time the club close, at 3 What's up, you comin' with me We can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees You want some cheese Hoes don't stay at the suave house Hoes around my nuts like knots Real dogs don't pay for cats, that's For real baby Recognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sure enough [Chorus] [MJG] Well I be God damned, this shy ass hoe Wants to get close to me A few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me Quoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow Lookin' for, confidants, and tickets to my next show Check yo' bitch In these short ass pants and blow up dresses I can tell they freaky with out three guesses Oh yes it's very true Your bitches be needin' me, leavin' you Hell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do Let her loose or let her remain 'Cause all she be lookin' for is some fame A bigger name Look, this thang with bigger game And she claim she ain't heard my music Tryin' to trick me So I told that hoe my name Bill Bigsley She still hit me Now she, killin' my dick softly with her mouth and I Really just don't plan on takin' it out cause I MJ fuckin' G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin' They ass with no clothes like some pros, sure enouogh [Chorus]