Dr DreHousewife

Chorus: Kurupt Now this this is one of them occasions Where the homies not doin 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 gonna find in the end A b***h is a b***h, but a Dogg is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife) [Dr. Dre] I mostly sold d**k while I packed a gold clip Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip (Where the f**k is my money?) I cannot G guilty You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy She on the dillzy, I take advantage All up in them panties, I got this b***h speakin Spanish I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back S*** I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud Now she on this d**k huh, got her turnin tricks huh Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin I left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-out Chorus [Hittman] Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like Bunny Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Norstrom sales with abortion money I spotted her, seen her with my n***a when I shot at her Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his Nautica Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch) Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?" Fool I pity ya We live in the city off, ballers With more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her To the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve s**t like, Rico That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough Huh, have her sellin a** on Bronson Ave. And Pico At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what n***a?) I said if that b***h keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll f**k her friends I said I dip, dive, what can I say? Ni***z need to stop fuckin with O. J. Some ni***z bang blood, some ni***z bang crip And b*****s ain't s**t but hoes and tricks I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes Lil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoy If you blew my balls, right through my drawers Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot From the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lot I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin Gimme some head, gimme some a** (uh-huh) Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate Hoes eat d**k like eggs and steak That ain't s**t new, I thought you knew (what?) I knew you would, you wish you could Break a G down, break me down But I'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D. P. Style Chorus {*door slams*} [D. O. C.] Lil' 1/2 Dead [1/2 Dead??] Lil' 1/2 Dead the money jumped out to say Ol' Snoop Dogg on the look out boy? [D. O. C.] Yeahhh [some hoe] He gotta be more than 1/2 Dead If he don't fill my motherfuckin drink up! [1/2 Dead??] Or fill your motherfuckin mouth up [D. O. C.] Ahhhhhh-Hahahahahahahahh [some hoe] I don't think so!!
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