ho’s a housewife lyrics – kurupt

yo, this is for the b*tches, he just can’t tell ’em apart
so, i hollered at the lil’ homey marl
i said what the f*ck man? let’s spit this n*gg* some game

i had a dream of hoes, i had to screen my hoes
i’ve seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes
lil’ almond joy, i’d sure enjoy
if you blew my b*lls, right through my drawers

come down to the mansion, chill at the stop
from the way she be blowing, i know she does it a lot
i have a eight and a half, nine and three quarters
the hoes starting callin’, when i start boss ballin’

give me some head, give me some cash, give me some *ss
p*ss it to daz, p*ss it to snoop, or p*ss it to nate
hoes eat d*ck like eggs and steak

and ain’t sh*t new, i thought you knew
i knew you would, you wish you could
break a g down, break me down
but i’ma see you on the rebound, dp style

now this, this, is, one of them occasions
where the homey’s not doing it right
i mean he found him a hoe that he like
but you can’t make a hoe a housewife

and when it all boils down you go find in the end
a b*tch is a b*tch, but a dog is a man’s best friend
so what you found a hoe that you like
but you can’t make a hoe a housewife

now there’s b*tches of all kinds, races and creeds
b*tches ain’t sh*t, b*tches eat d*ck
take a second look, i can’t stand a hoe that can’t cook
while you betting on n*gg*s, setting on n*gg*s

and you tell ’em all this bullsh*t, you so in love
hoe please, i know you didn’t think i didn’t, no tease
i’m a g, hoe, you should have know now
i’ma holla at you, feena get my d*ck blown back

and you can do the same thing, the homies don’t mind
just give ’em the word, and they’ll be waiting in line
i can see right through you, do you, ’cause you want to do me
besides right now i’m in the b*tches eating coochie

psychedelic high, b*tch, real g’s do it like this
and i’m coming through with a fifth of some bomb *ss sticky
just to get a bomb *ss quicky, n*gg*s like f*cking hoes
that give ’em hickies, really?

n*gg* that’s silly, you can’t make a hoe a housewife
and i ain’t got to tell you twice
how could ya respect ya b*tch, before you check ya b*tch
n*gg*s like me and the homies might connect ya b*tch

got diamond studded pimp rings, hoes on the strip man
lots of cash to get man, lots of game to spit man
it’s a pimp thing

now this, this, is, one of them occasions
where the homey’s not doing it right
i mean he found him a hoe that he like
but you can’t make a hoe a housewife

and when it all boils down you go find in the end
a b*tch is a b*tch, but a dog is a man’s best friend
so what you found a hoe that you like
but you can’t make a hoe a housewife

i mean, man, i found so many hoes, you know
i ran across so many hoes you know
i said,? yo, baby, yo, my lady, yo, my b*tch?
yo, check it out, yo, all you hoes

all these b*tches now a days
i been noticing motherf*ckers, man, i mean
it’s like they want to set it off
but don’t set it off on me, motherf*cker

i ain’t did nothing to you, i want to make you better
i want to include you, baby, in the program
oh but yet in still you wanna act like a b*tch, b*tch
lil’ b*tch, yo, if you goin’ be a b*tch, be a b*tch

be a b*tch, be a b*tch, b*tch, lil b*tch
i’ve met so many hoes, so many b*tches
what’s wrong with these hoes?
what’s wrong with these b*tches?

i’ma feena let my homeboy
joe montana speak to the hoes, speak to the hoes joe
oh my god, oh my god, joe montana
you know me, joe montana, eh listen
joe motherf*cking tana got the hoes man

i got the f*cking coochie, i got the coochie and the loochie
and i’m f*cking ’em all night
woke her up again, b*tches godi rollin’ you up
i’m f*cking hoes up, yeah

ayo listen, i’m spittin’ game look
eh listen the only thing i want is you
and if i can’t have you, then you can’t me
and me is the world, and if you want the world

then roll, and if you can’t roll through
the worst break through the worst pop
then yous a f*cking hoe, really though
b*tch

/ kurupt lyrics