H.W.A. - 1-900-*****ES Lyrics
[Intro:][touch tone sounds][Children in unison]Momma, Momma, dad's calling 1-900 numbers again![phone rings][Verse 1]Picture this: the house is emptyYou're looking at the phone, so mother*****ing temptingThen you see us on the TV, so you copy the numberReal fine hoes make your mind start to wanderDial 1-900 on your telephoneHoping that your wife don't bring her fat ass homeThe phone is ringing, your heart is beating fastYou know I'm talking shit on your monkey ass1-900-248-2437You dialed it again, that makes it elevenTimes you called, yeah, that's a *****Call it again, 'cause you're making me richFive dollars a minute you callAfter that, you get *****ed up your doo doo wallsSeventy five cents, now the rates begin[Chorus:]1-900-248-2437 *****esA hoe with an attitude is *****ing with your ears[x2][Verse 2]The telephone company and the workers, tooLooking at your bill, tripping on youTime after time, they see the same numberThem goofy mother*****ers start to wonderSo they went to the phone, and tried it for themselvesFour weeks later, they got to seek helpJust like the pipe, they call it addictionYou can't stop calling, creating conflictionStill your *****ing wife in the middle of the nightMe on the phone, you there at homeBuying me diamonds, then a fur coatNext comes the rope off your mother*****ing throatAnd after you steal everything you canYou go seek counseling just to get another chanceEight weeks later, there you go againYou see the number, go get your paper and pen[Chorus: x2][Verse 3]President Bush, and Barbara, tooSitting at home, with nothing to doKnowing in their minds they got a big problemThey want to call up the hoes to help them solve itNow what in the ***** they do that for?'Cause Barbera won't soothe Bush no moreAll the way in the White House, they blowing up the billMother*****ing hoes, yeah, you know the dealNoriega, sitting in his cellHe want to get away, to get some bailHe want to call uÀ the hoes, but no collect callsJust laugh in the joint, and play with your ballsPoor Mandela, just getting homeCalling up the hoes on the telephoneAll the way in Africe, we got it going onMother*****ing hoes, you know we're too strong[Chorus: x4]
