[Verse 1: Tela]
It was this bitch that I knew back from '86 ('86)
Graduated, made it from the college of dicks (college of dicks)
Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me
Tryin' to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key
Naw hoe, I ain't po', where did my motherfuckas go?
I remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well
How the hell you been since I had no job
Hun wanted to give me some 'cause you know I flow and run for Suave
Nah, all of that was on the clout
No doubt, y'all records spin, y'all shippin' in gold
It's cold on the outside lookin' In (Brrrr!)
Then you'd besta make yourself worthy
'Cause I got a clique of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty
You heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit
Ain't this a bitch? I remember when you would not give me shit
Now you down for them habits, put your numbers on the napkin
Make it snappy 'cause I got to go to the bathroom
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin' that ass in the club, nigga what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin' that ass in the club, nigga what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin that ass in the club, nigga what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin' that ass in the club, nigga what?
[Verse 2: Eightball]
No different from the rest, she's just an ordinary hoe (oh)
Hair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo
Make it fast, takin' cash, shakin' ass in the mix
Tens turn to twenties, and twenties come from plenty tricks
Niggas in love (in love), can't stay out the club (out the club), all in the hoe face (in the hoe face)
But at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased
I see 'em in the back (in the back), countin up that chedder, talkin' loud
Smokin hay, makin' clouds, gettin ready for the crowd
I think I know one, I remember you, oh yes I do (ooh)
Tryin' to highside on me and my crew, but ain't no love loss, boo
What time the club close at three, what's up, you comin' with me?
We can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees
You want some cheese, hoe please, tricks don't stay at the suave house
Hoes around my nuts like knats, real dogs don't pay for cats
Dats
For real baby, recognize and show me love
Dig that shit (uh), sho nuff (yeah)
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin' that ass in the club, nigga what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin' that ass in the club, nigga what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin' that ass in the club, nigga what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin' that ass in the club, nigga what?
[Verse 3: MJG]
Well I be God damned, this stout ass hoe wants to get close to me
A few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me
Quoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow
Lookin' for, confidants, and tickets to my next show
Check yo' bitch in these short ass pants and blow up dresses
I can tell they freaky with out three guesses
Oh yes, it's very true
Your bitch'll be needin' me, leavin' you
Hell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do
Let her loose or let her remain
'Cause all she be lookin for is some fame
A bigger name, lil' Miss Thang with bigger game
And she claim she ain't heard my music, tryna trick me
So I told that ho my name Bill Bixby, she still hit me
Now she, killin' my dick softly with her mouth and I
Really just don't plan on takin' it out, 'cause I
MJ fuckin G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin'
They ass with no clothes like some pros, sho nuff
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin' that ass in the club, nigga what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin' that ass in the club, nigga what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin' that ass in the club, nigga what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin' that ass in the club, nigga what?