[Verse 1: Reek Daddy & Smoov-E]

Exotic clubs whole body rubs

Under the table lap dances for the thugs

Hugs and kisses to all you bitches

The ones who get down been now relentless

Hoes with ass and big ol' titties

Bitches be the same in different cities

Some act saditty some be turned out

But gettin' me paid is what it's all about

Some seek perfection, use protection

Some won't tell ya when they got infections

Love for the hoes that havе my scrilla

Ain't scared to ride the dick of a killa

Lеt a nigga get up in the back like (Woo-woo)

Anyway you want it young dog like (Woo-woo)

You can take it the motel cash up front

You can take it to the back seat if ya want

Don't trip just watch your scratch

She got that game from a big ol' mac

Bitch keep a strap and be down to jack

Ain't nothin' worse that a bitch with a gat

Fine as fuck but don't let that fool ya

That's that hoe who'll truly do ya

Thought ya knew you just can't trust none

Peep the game as the bitch try to run

Don't be so dumb that you can't look past

Them proper titties and all that ass

Raggly that's what I call it

Raggly bitch she done stole ya wallet

Pop ya collar like a bull whip

Let the hoe know you'll bust her lip

E, let 'em know what they know about this?

Keep Your Hand Out My Pocket Bitch!

[Verse 2: Smoov-E]

My wallets closed you don't get this money

You met the man who treat you like Peg Bundy

She hungry like a bitch with a jaw sewn

Hoe bumpin' Smoov-E on the headphones

Had the ass in the air on the first night

Got her wet when she heard me breathe on the mic

I did not know not callin' back would make you cry

She left the room stankin' like tuna on rye

E's breezy he's not like Sony fuck phonies

Trick keeps to get left lonely

Montana, Tony and them Goodfellas, big

Breasted hoes and all those bank tellers

Always with they hands in someone else's cash

Couldn't stack a dollar to save their ass

Pass one say I should roll a J, but you say I should knock it

Broke out the backwood pack from my pocket

Get with it, you got infections

Persuade the man push in the wrong directions

Turned out that's what I call it

Turned out bitch just smoked your chronic

Trust is one of things you just can't have along

With the number to my cell phone

'Cause bitch you bad glad to see you go, who gonna blow my friends

You stay around and make some ends?

Nineteen to put the shit together

Sex fiends ain't nothin' but pleasure

Smoov-E'll keep you dick addicted

Salaz keep your body constricted

Reek Daddy'll bust your lip

Jackpot hypnotized your bitch

Pat Rich done laid the law

And Nicky got tricky and laced 'em all

[Verse 3: Andre Nickatina]

Some of these hoes tryna count my figures

And when I clown 'em they run and get they niggas

'Cause hoe I'm just like a jaguar

Get served so superb in a bad car

Follow me hoe, yeah come follow me

Smoke a little weed, now you wanna swallow me

Talking like a square freak on the phone

I had to hit the pussy with the lights on

Actin real bad with your friends and shit

All in my ear sayin' call you a bitch

Mackin' is somethin' that I don't sweat

I'm a pisces hoe I'm a get you wet check

I'm a rat just lookin for cheddar

You got a bad bitch? Nigga mines way badder

Bitch, you's a bitch and everything about you is a bitch

Don't stop being that bitch

Bitch actin' like a fool on a Motorola celly

Didn't take much for me to get her to the telly

Clown suit ready she had to have fetti

Now I'm bout to treat her like Blowjob Betty

Ass is something that's mandatory

She didn't have no ass that's the end a story

Unless her pockets got hella loot

But she still gotta be like hella cute punk bitch

[Verse 4: Jackpot]

I run game on the ducks and the bad bitch ass

Better have hash if they ain't got cash

I'm mad now it's time to improvise

Rely on my game to keep em hypnotized

I'm chargin' and bitch I ain't cheap

Wear your hot pants or I'm comin' with heat

Jackpot, they thought they knew

Keep the game sacred only spittin' clues

Only givin' rules to the hoes that choose

And if they ain't double down man I cut 'em loose like that

And reinstate my draft, so many hoes and so few paths

Can you sell a whore a dream in a paragraph

Make the bitch cry then make her laugh

You gotta be a Sav' under all conditions

Keep the bitch sprung with her dick addiction

Maybe that bitch need dick restriction

Cut her ass off till she learn to listen

Watch her come beggin' for her old position

Purse wide open for the playa she missin'

But bitch you ain't worth yo' change

Ain't nothin' you can do about this playboys game

No names 'cause you're just a number

September pussy like an Indian summer

Thats it that hot sauce shit

Caught her ass playin' keep sprung on the dick

Jackpot spit one more rhyme

But only for the plays on uphill climb

One grind and don't you fall behind

Keep a hand in her pocket if you donate time

[Verse 5: Pat Rich]

Let the boss hit the crown, hot tricks get clowned

Put my bad hands up and lay this mack hand down

Which one should I choose? I got nothin' to lose

But I'm a make that decision after I hit this booze

Fuckin' pimp slap that bitch to the curb

Had her hand in my pocket tryin' to gank my herb

Some Humboldt live put down my colt 45

She just socked this punk ass bitch in the eye

Crazy scandalous bitch that's what I call it

Tryin' to run that game on this alcoholic

I thought you knew you sorry hoes get Nathan

Observe this pimp game demonstration

Haters get mad shit they drawers

When they found out Pat Rich done fucked they broads

Wanna check this hog? You need to check that trick

Keep Your Hand Out My Pocket Bitch

You wanna ride my dick? Wanna sport my chain?

Wanna floss my ride? You hoes is insane

Take a listen tramp bitch

Dip the six with the hardcore tint pearl paint straight sick

Fuck no, I rather take your trick ass to the 'Moe

Hit that ass to kick that little trick ass to the do'

Bust the flows keep fuckin' all your hoes

Once a-motherfuckin'-gain like I did it before

I know ya wanna ride with Pat Rich don't you?

Hit that ass and find out I don't even want you

Call you a straight up bitch

It ain't funny no money all you gettin' is dick

[Verse 6: Count Salaz]

I be the blitz'n lineback

Hitting out the blindside motherfuckin' spine crack

Can't nobody fuck with the razorback

The only bitch I miss is my Eight Tre' 'Lac

Straight bad actin playa so crass

'Cause foul mouth clown with that bitches ass

Survived a straight up catastrophe

With her long fucked up family history

Got her way too bitter, fucked by the babysitter

Never understood why pops always hit her

Now the shit got her actin' like a great white shark

Let her past year in a Skylark

Got one kid she care less about

While she peepin' out put your dick in her mouth

Picture frames, ashtrays, VCRs

If she catch your ass slippin' it's all in her car

But not me, might give you tricks hoes like a boa

I'll swallow up that whole hoodrat real slow

Sledge hammer fuck 'em all straight through the flo'

And if you didn't know then bitch now you know

About these hog intentions I failed to mention

Before droppin' from the back tuggin' on your extensions

So pay attention trick before you come sit

Better recognize this motherfuckin' pure bred pit

'Cause I'll lock 'em up so keep ya damn hand out my pocket

I give a fuck I'll rip your whole arm outta socket

So what you think you got it you better check your surroundings

'Cause I got some killer hoe snipers strapped with high powered brownings

That won't hesitate to put an end to the shady

But I got love for all you down ass ladies

That ain't scared to jock a Savage, who ain't too good for fuckin'

And all you wanna be hard to get hookers keep truckin'

'Cause the bull is back, a thoroughbred Mac

I got the number one defense guardin' my scratch

[Outro]

Pretty little whore found out and we gon' do some business

Pretty little whore found out and we gon' do some business

Do some business