Ho’s

[Intro]
Ho check, ho check
Ho check, ho check
Fuck nigga check, fuck nigga check
Bitches, line ya ass up
Fuck nigga check
Ho check, ho check
Fuck nigga check
Bitches, line ya ass up

[Chorus]
Mr. Bigg's in the mothafuckin' show talkin' 'bout these (Hoes)
Let me hear you say (Hoes)
Let me talk about them (Hoes)
Let me hear you say (Ho)
Let me talk about them (Hoes)
Let me hear you say (Hoes)
Let me talk about them (Hoes)
Let mе hear you say (Ho)

[Verse 1]
I'm out on parole and I'm sittin' on swole
Thе Cadillac outside with the Mac Lee's and Vogues
Put the jag in the shop and got the brains blowed out
I keep my brim to the right with a grill in my mouth
Got some hoes in the backyard they barbecuing them steaks
I'm sippin' on that Alize, I'm smokin' on that bale of hay
Sittin' by the pool with my Ray Bans on
Talkin' shit to my mama on my cellular phone
Askin' me when I'm comin' back to Cali' to see her
'Cause she know when I come, I bring that fire ass reefer
Got the gold 'cause them hoes got they shoes on my rug
M.O.B. And P.C.P. tearin' up them folks club
Holla at cha later tell my sister I miss her
Tell my niece I'm comin' to see her; I'll be in Cali' for Christmas
If I'm dirty I'm gon' drive, but I want you to know
Mr. Bigg's in the mothafuckin' show talkin' 'bout these hoes

[Chorus]
Let me hear you say (Hoes)
Let me talk about them (Hoes)
Let me hear you say (Ho)
Let me talk about them (Hoes)
Let me hear you say (Hoes)
Let me talk about them (Hoes)
Let me hear you say (Ho)

[Verse 2]
Shit
Why do these bustas fall so weak
For these waffle house hoes and these cheap ass freaks?
Niggas buyin' bitches clothes
Dippin' 'em down in diamonds and gold
Y'all takin' this shit to far
Tryna make these bitches stars
They drivin' 'round in yo' jag while you out there sellin' birds
When you go to the feds she gon' kick you to the curb
That's fucked up what I done heard from yo' lil' cousin Mick
You done bought her all this shit, she ain't even suck yo' dick
Y'all plastic ass niggas got this game ass backwards
The shit done got out of hand, you the ho and she the man
Got ya house, got ya cars, got ya boat, and ya plane
Every gotdamn thang in that gotdamn bitch name
Slow down man, I see the dogs and them helicopters
The fed's around the corner in a van with David Banner
You jumped off in da game and I want you to know
Mr. Bigg's in the mothafuckin' show talkin' 'bout these hoes

[Chorus]
Let me hear you say (Hoes)
Let me talk about them (Hoes)
Let me hear you say (Ho)
Let me talk about them (Hoes)
Let me hear you say (Hoes)
Let me talk about them (Hoes)
Let me hear you say (Ho)

[Verse 3]
I met this bitch by the strip on a hot night
All up on my dick 'cause my name be in the spotlight
She had this lil' tattoo on her titty
Already knew my name 'cause I be ballin' down here in the Polk City
The bitch had some golds in her mouth
Talkin real fly with some fake ass green eyes
Ass sittin' on swole in them Guess jeans
Talk kinda funny and said she was from New Orleans
Said she want me to be my main
Said she had a spot where I can sell a bunch of cane
I don't trust no hoes unless we got the same blood
I don't play no games with them bitches in the club
Bitches like to try all type of shit
Be a trick, suck a dick and move to the next lick
Now, bitch, how the fuck you don't know?
Mr. Bigg's in the mothafuckin' show talkin' 'bout these hoes

[Chorus]
Let me hear you say (Hoes)
Let me talk about them (Hoes)
Let me hear you say (Ho)
Let me talk about them (Hoes)
Let me hear you say (Hoes)
Let me talk about them (Hoes)
Let me hear you say (Ho)
Let me hear you say (Hoes)
Let me talk about them (Hoes)
Let me hear you say (Ho)
Let me hear you say (Ho)
Let me talk about them (Hoes)
Let me hear you say (Hoes)
Let me talk about them (Hoes)
Let me hear you say (Ho)