When It Comes to the Hoes

[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Hittman!
The shit you're listening to is sponsored by MADD
Motherfuckers against drunk driving
(Die, nigga!)

[Hook: Hittman]
Now, when it come to these gals, man, they all get fucked
And when it come to my foes, blaoww, they all get shot, shot, shot
Hittman remains lowkey, that's how I stay on top
So, when it come to my style, fool, stay off my jock, jock, jock

[Verse 1: Hittman]
Now, when it come to these hoes, man, romance 'em then I cancel them like Rosanne
Barr, they talk raw like, "I don't need no man"
Naw, you're doin' fine on The Shaw and Rosecrans
At Stars with no bra
Upstairs you get bare the name tatted right next to your pubic hair
Oh yeah, come over here with your devilish grin
A long stare, that's all I'm prepared to spend
Cheap? It took five fuckin' bills to get in, 55 dollars went on orange juice
Champagne and "Hen"
I don't want a lap dance, don't ask me again
I came not to be bothered and watch some ESPN
Bitch, scram!
Understand that H.I.T.T.M.A.N. can be, flamboyant cuz see
Attention I enjoy it but it's not new or brand
Cause I had bitches when you was working at Champ's
Jerx wore Sox caps K.O.D.'s wore Van's
Way before I had an advance
Or in the XXL interviewed by Dan
Ain't a damn thing changed, just my game's enhanced

[Hook: Hittman]
Now, when it come to these gals, man, they all get fucked
And when it come to my foes, blaoww, they all get shot, shot, shot
Hittman remains lowkey, that's how I stay on top
So, when it come to my style, fool, stay off my jock, jock, jock
Now, when it come to these gals, man, they all get fucked
And when it come to my foes, blaoww, they all get shot, shot, shot
Hittman remains lowkey, that's how I stay on top
So, when it come to my style, fool, stay off my jock, jock, jock

[Verse 2: Hittman]
You heard a pow, then a buck-buck-buck
Smoke cleared, I was still here like, "What the fuck?"
Let off like new year, he should've ducked, ducked, ducked
Learn your strap before you pull it out, you dumb ass buck
Once the beef is confirmed, nigga, don't ask what
Slugs opposite of hugs tear yo ass up
Throw boulders from the shoulders wear your ass out
Throw a firm one at your sternum, then you pass out
Niggas talk a lot of shit, call them "Ass-Mouth"
Tried to get me, but you missed me, you assed out
Fool, don't hit me, hit the lottery
If I hit you, I'm hittin' brains and arteries
If you live, probably be an oddity
Retardary, cause when I throw 'em at your barn your skull crack like pottery
Black be the heart of me, mack is a part of me
Rap is the art of me, Cat this beat is hard to me
Sometimes it's hard to be humble
Niggas throw their shit up, I swat it down like Mutumbo
Real sport like Bryant Gumbel
But enough gun talk, let's fuck with drunk hoes

[Hook: Hittman]
Now, when it come to these gals, man, they all get fucked
And when it come to my foes, blaoww, they all get shot, shot, shot
Hittman remains lowkey, that's how I stay on top
So, when it come to my style, fool, stay off my jock, jock, jock
Now, when it come to these gals, man, they all get fucked
And when it come to my foes, blaoww, they all get shot, shot, shot