Hell Razah - Pimpoligy (feat. 7th Ambassador) Lyrics
f/ 7th Ambassador[Intro: Hell Razah]Yeah, G's up nigga, hoes down niggaUh, yeah, g's up nigga, hoes down niggaYou know how it is, she is connin' youYeah, yeah, New York, California, whereverWhat the ***** is ya, H.B.D.?[Chorus: Hell Razah & 7th Ambassador]Chickens come, and chickens goWe beat that ***** everytime we on the rollYa need to stop, ho, protecting these hoesJust he I'm troopin, then, let the ***** goCuz a ho could never ever be a housewifeSo don't try to do soYou are better off livin' ya lifeOn gettin' that dough[Hell Razah]She was ya main chick, the one you walked in the rain withThe one you cooked up and chopped up ya cocaine withYou depended on stickin' my dick up in the thongCould of been ya baby mom, if she didn't do wrongStarted listenin' to snakes in the gardenI beg ya pardon, had titties that'll triple the size of Dolly PartonHad the thuggish nigga broke and hardege, droolin' and starvin'Suckin' my dick while ya niggas was kissin' and slobbin'Batman and Robin, put her in a threesome, manage-a-troisShe ***** niggas just to drive their carBettin' that, smellin' like strawberries, the more the merryEven brought her best friend so I can bust her cherryThey both came, baby oiled and readyAss split like a machete, I had them tossed up in my tellyShe knew Dreddy and the rest of the SunzThree o'clock, swallowed my cum, my frankfurter laid in her bunsIndustry chicks, who bone niggas only with whipsGettin' open off the karats that was lit on ya wristStraight groupie, who love givin' rappers the coochieWanna be in video scenes strippin' for more C.R.E.A.M.She addicted to the dick morphine, at eighteenThis is for all the *****es and hoes who ain't queens[Hook 2X: Hell Razah]Hit the road, *****And gimme back all my dough, my dough, my doughHit the road, *****And gimme back all my dough[Hell Razah]I thought I told you, never trust a chick that hold youIt be the money that you get that make them wanna bone youWhen you hit it good, they wanna own youGet ya address, ya age and ya phone mobileAnd don't know you, lookin' *****able, but gullableButt *****, and loveableSame chick I hit, son, I seen huggin' youNever trust no, chickens or hoesTrynna find out my beeper code so they can put me in the sleeper holdGotta stay on my tippiest toes, a sweet rose'llPut ya in ya grave clothes, if you outta ya zoneShe be the same one that get ya dick up on the bonesSticks and stones keep ya waitin' for ya chick to come home+Where My Girls At?+ like 702You spend ya money on daily, but still givin' head to my crew[Chorus][Outro: Hell Razah]Ho, ho, ho, ho, hoMy nigga Goldie, what what, Hell RazahYeah, yeah, G's up nigga, hoes down nigga7th Ambassador, yeah, Baghdad, whatAh, yeah, that's how it go downGhetto Government, ah
