recipe of a hoe lyrics – boss

guess who? the down *ss b*tch boss
speakin’ on how ya d*ck’ll be getting’ shot clear the f*ck off!
if ya keep talkin’ that sh*t ‘cuz all b*tches ain’t hoes
and i’m-a be the one to let ya stray *ss know, n*gg*ro

so many b*tches ya keep a file on ’em’ state to state d*ck
ya draws got too many motha f*ckin’ miles on ’em
but then again so many fakin’ the f*ck claimin’ they getting’ it
but on the real they really ain’t getting sh*t

steadily stressin’ you knockin’ the boots yo n*gg* please
you’s a nappy headed havin’, hoe *ss rooty poot g
and any b*tch can see for her d*mn self
n*gg*s that’s talkin’ the most sh*t ain’t even buldgin’ up under them belts

ya fake *ss wanna be a pimp mother f*cker!
ya heard me right brother, this b*tch here don’t stutter
you no where next to the pimp you wanting to be, oh no
getting your nut on the solo from get go was a no no!

don’t even think about steppin’ to me see!
i’m tellin’ ya like it iz n*gg*
i know the f*ckin’ recipe

yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta
ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe
(gotta let a hoe be a hoe)
yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta
ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe
(gotta let a hoe be a hoe)
yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta
ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe

if yous a tramp *ss n*gg* or no good n*gg* you get dissed quick!
but ain’t no tellin’ ya know my personalities split
i could just gank you for your sh*t without a warning or f*ck it
shoot you now and get all this sh*t over with by the morning

f*ck yeah i’m feelin’ on full too sh*t
another reason ya hoe cards pulled fool
i’m down with all this sh*t you poppin’ h*ll f*ck naw
i don’t wanna put a stoppin’ to your hoe hoppin’

‘cuz when ya’ runnin’ the motha f*ckin’ streets
in between the sheets every week screwin’ freak after freak
boss is straight kickin’ in the do’ at ya crib
with enough time to kill a 40 o.z. that’s how i live!

jackin’ for cash and jewelry and all that sh*t
then off to the p*wn shop to get another fat *ss grip
and that’s exactly how it is g on the real tip, tip, tip
i know the f*ckin’ recipe

yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta
ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe
(gotta let a hoe be a hoe)
yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta
ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe
(gotta let a hoe be a hoe)

yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta
ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe
(gotta let a hoe be a hoe)
yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta
ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe
(gotta let a hoe be a hoe)

and ya too cool *ss n*gg*s tickle me ain’t nothin’ stranger
than you thinkin’ that yous a big d*ck dangler
‘cuz nothing’s goin on but this rent so i wish you would
come with that d*ck sh*t, f*ck you and ya’ manhood

huh! respect for a n*gg*, i ain’t got it see
perverted *ss rusty b*st*rds, be all musty and sh*t b
then always wanna hug up you say, “what up?”
they ready to stick it in, i ain’t no mingler
so i’m puttin’ up my middle finger yo!

i’m through with all the bullsh*t
(awww b*tch eat a d*ck up till ya hiccup)
naw trick! eat this cl*t up till’ ya spit up
ya need to be givin this sh*t up bet ya didn’t know humpin’
everything that wiggle and jiggle will make that d*ck shrivel

punks be wit ya on, and on, and on till’ the break a dawn
once ya pregnant its a different segment
the n*gg* gone with the quickness!
only thing you’ll get from the b
is put quick on the sh*t list!

so to the ladies if you’re asking
me how i figure they just some mo
no good, p*ssy hungry *ss
n*gg*s, n*gg*s, n*gg*s, n*gg*s, n*gg*s

yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta
ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe
(gotta let a hoe be a hoe)
yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta
ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe
(gotta let a hoe be a hoe)

yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta
ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe
(gotta let a hoe be a hoe)
yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta
ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe
(gotta let a hoe be a hoe)

/ boss lyrics