(feat. 7th Ambassador)

[Intro: Hell Razah]

Yeah, G's up ^!$$%, hoes down ^!$$%
Uh, yeah, g's up ^!$$%, hoes down ^!$$%
You know how it is, she is connin' you

Yeah, yeah, New York, California, wherever
What the $#&@ is ya, H.B.D.?


[Chorus: Hell Razah & 7th Ambassador]
Chickens come, and chickens go
We beat that #~!!@ everytime we on the roll

Ya need to stop, ho, protecting these hoes
Just he I'm troopin, then, let the #~!!@ go
Cuz a ho could never ever be a housewife

So don't try to do so
You are better off livin' ya life
On gettin' that dough


[Hell Razah]
She was ya main chick, the one you walked in the rain with

The one you cooked up and chopped up ya cocaine with
You depended on stickin' my dick up in the thong
Could of been ya baby mom, if she didn't do wrong

Started listenin' to snakes in the garden
I beg ya pardon, had !@%$ that'll triple the size of Dolly Parton
Had the thuggish ^!$$% broke and hardege, droolin' and starvin'

Suckin' my dick while ya ^!$$%s was kissin' and slobbin'
Batman and Robin, put her in a threesome, manage-a-trois
She $#&@ ^!$$%s just to drive their car

Bettin' that, smellin' like strawberries, the more the merry
Even brought her best friend so I can bust her cherry
They both came, baby oiled and ready

Ass split like a machete, I had them tossed up in my telly
She knew Dreddy and the rest of the Sunz
Three o'clock, swallowed my###, my frankfurter laid in her buns

Industry chicks, who bone ^!$$%s only with whips
Gettin' open off the karats that was lit on ya wrist
Straight groupie, who love givin' rappers the coochie

Wanna be in video scenes strippin' for more C.R.E.A.M.

She addicted to the dick morphine, at eighteen

This is for all the (*##$es and hoes who ain't queens

[Hook x2: Hell Razah]

Hit the road, (*##$
And gimme back all my dough, my dough, my dough
Hit the road, (*##$

And gimme back all my dough

[Hell Razah]

I thought I told you, never trust a chick that hold you
It be the money that you get that make them wanna bone you
When you hit it good, they wanna own you

Get ya address, ya age and ya phone mobile
And don't know you, lookin' $#&@able, but gullable
Butt naked, and loveable

Same chick I hit, son, I seen huggin' you
Never trust no, chickens or hoes
Trynna find out my beeper code so they can put me in the sleeper hold

Gotta stay on my tippiest toes, a sweet rose'll
Put ya in ya grave clothes, if you outta ya zone
She be the same one that get ya dick up on the bones

Sticks and stones keep ya waitin' for ya chick to come home
+Where My Girls At?+ like 702
You spend ya money on daily, but still givin' head to my crew


[Chorus]


[Outro: Hell Razah]
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
My ^!$$% Goldie, what what, Hell Razah

Yeah, yeah, G's up ^!$$%, hoes down ^!$$%
7th Ambassador, yeah, Baghdad, what
Ah, yeah, that's how it go down

Ghetto Government, ah