Hos Hos

[Intro: Young Buck & 50 Cent]
Yeah
I like to shout out my nigga 50
You know, for introducing me to so many celebrity hoes, homie (Yeaaahhhhh)
These hoes love me, my nigga
I want you to meet this new bitch Buck
Look my fuckin' phone ringing right now, who is this?
Monica? Trina? Some, fucking [?] [?] bitch
Ha ha ha

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Sumthin' 'bout a Cali bitch, the gangsta hoes not the average
Have a nigga feeling like, I'm gonna mary this
And you don't know how many kids she done have with this
But, I gotta thing for my down South hoes
Pussy stay wet and their mouth stay cold
Turn that ass around girl, touch your toes
Throw it back to me, let me hear you holla OH!
Your man ain't nothing like me
7 figga nigga, still in a white T
Pimp the game, like the homie Ice-T
10 years, ain't no telling where I might be
Do it for the money, you can keep the fame
I'd rather be a rich nobody, then broke with a name
Chinchilla with a Cardi F Frame, wreck the range
But ain't a damn thang change

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Young Buck]
We tryna fuck with these hoes
Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes
We tryna fuck with these hoes
Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes
We tryna fuck with these hoes
Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes
We tryna fuck with these hoes
Everybody on the count of three, let me hear you holla P.I.M.P.
We work them
Hoes

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Ho stroke first and I stroked her even faster
Had her in the telly with her ass up
You know the 21 Questions that I asked her
Had her feeling good man, I gassed her
Soon as we were done, there was laughter
You know damn well her daddy ain't a pastor
Seen her at the college and I asked her
If she wanted to roll after her class done
Came through picked her up in my Aston
Martin Vanquish drop with the glass up
Told her how I hustle, got my cash up
She saw the ice on my wrist I like to flash, uh
When it comes to getting bitches I'm a master
But when it comes to trickin' I'm the last to
Break bread, you don't believe me nigga, ask her
She'll tell you I'm stingy as hell with these hoes

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Young Buck]
Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes
We tryna fuck with these hoes
Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes
We tryna fuck with these hoes
Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes
We tryna fuck with these hoes
Everybody on the count of three, let me hear you holla P.I.M.P.
We work them
Hoes

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah
It's big pimpin' going on
We tryna fuck with these hoes
50 Cent, Young Buck, ha ha
We tryna fuck with these (Yeah) hoes
Aw man, we known internationally right now
We overseas nigga, In Dubland, Ireland, Naa mean?
I asked a nigga, if he knew Fat Joe
He said "Yeah...you mean the man from the pizza shop around the corner?"
Was like "Nah, not that Fat Joe. Was talkin' 'bout the rap"
He's like "Nah Nah. We don't know him. We know you 50. You know, so sign a autograph" ha ha ha
So I sign a autograph man
Go back to the hotel
Fuck with the hoes, ha ha
Yo pull it back one more time