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letra de bitches ain't shit (chopped & screwed) - lil jon & the east side boyz

[verse 1: nate dogg & lil jon]
back in the days i use to like b-tches (uhh)
but i tell you now days b-tches ain’t sh-t (tell ’em, tell ’em, tell ’em, tell ’em)
and if you wonder why i say this (yeah)
i’ve had-i’ve had a lot of women and b-tches think they sl!ck (shoop-bop ??)
sneak-sneakin’ around, f-ckin-f-ckin around whenever were not around (always)
act-actin’ all sophisticated, spend-spending money that she didn’t make
get-get so mad that i could slap, act-actin like she cleopatra (godd-mn, hey)
ain’t no need to ask she’s a slave to the money and i’m the master

[chorus: nate dogg w/ oobie & lil jon]
that’s why i smoke sunday, monday, tuesday, wed-wed, thurs-thurs, fri-fri, sat-sat-rday
don’t let no girl no b-tch (hey) man-man, nig-nig get-get in my way
i keep my gun with me (always) for peace i keep it right by my side (.45 b-tch)
big nate (hey), long beach (hey), og (lil jon), lil jon (hey), tight beats, so come on let’s ride

[verse 2: lil’ jon]
what’s up with these tryin’ to play a n-gga
go to-go to court these hoes straight slay a n-gga
no more d-ck in yo p-ssy just stick with your throat
you ain’t-you ain’t gon get no child support
playing a n-gga like you my one and only
two-two-face hoe f-cking me and my homie
but i love yo gurl, naw i was just playing
y-you say you love me if i was just paying
why-why i gotta be-be like that, why must i chase the cat
or really why must i chase the rat
n-gga-n-gga f-cking b-tches how bout that
won’t you buy me a drink? (h-ll-h-ll naw)
let me hit yo dank? (h-ll-h-ll naw)
won’t you take me to yo crib? (h-ll-h-ll naw)
let’s go to the mall (h-ll-h-ll naw)
[chorus: nate dogg w/ oobie]
that’s why i smoke sunday, monday, tuesday, wed-wed, thurs-thurs, fri-fri, sat-sat-rday
don’t let no girl no b-tch man-man, nig-nig get-get in my way
i keep my gun with me for peace i keep it right by my side
big nate, long beach, og, lil jon, tight beats, so come on let’s ride!

[post-chorus: east side boys]
pimped out, jam jam
tiggle it? slam slam
pimped out, jam jam
tiggle it? slam slam
pimped out, jam jam
tiggle it? slam slam
pimped out, jam jam
tiggle it? slam slam

[verse 3: suga free]
now don’t get me started
and never say what you won’t do
cause your just a reese’s pieces away from gettin’ turned out too
now i can give that man dap
but how you gonna sue me for some child support
when you ain’t sat down and wrote me a rap?
see you can’t ride two horses wit one hand
uh oh, suga free the last dinosaur from caveman ave
(should i send her?) i toast to this
(so she can check the track) i toast to that
you can catch ’em on the dance floor, i toast to this
and you know she ain’t got no panties, i toast to that
gooshie-gooshie-mooshie-mooshie-bushy-gushy
i can tell by the way she dance she’s got some good p-ssy
[chorus: nate dogg w/ oobie]
that’s why i smoke sunday, monday, tuesday, wed-wed, thurs-thurs, fri-fri, sat-sat-rday
don’t let no girl no b-tch man-man, nig-nig get-get in my way
i keep my gun with me for peace i keep it right by my side
big nate, long beach, og, lil jon, tight beats, so come on let’s ride!

[verse 4: snoop dogg]
yeah, let me get a glass of that
puff puff puff pass it back
doggy dogg with a classic rap
blazing sacks back-to-back imagine that
i’m trying to holla at shaniqua (shaniqua)
champagne for me and my peoples
v-vip’ing, lbc’ing, dpg’s, they’ll be g’s
until the end of time (time), and we’ll continue to shine (shine)
my games gettin’ bigger, it’s a wrap. church my n-gga

[verse 5: oobie]
let me tell tell bout-bout b-tch b-tch
bit-b-tches are scandalous
bit-b-tches don’t give a sh-t
all a b-tch want is that d-ck and money
you get-get no loyalty
b-tch-b-tch gon’ always scheme
love-love when when f-ck f-ck em
love-love when when leave leave em
better yet-yet when you mistreat em
a b-tch-a b-tch, n-gga you don’t need em
you-you b-tches, get-gett-shi-sh-t
’cause smart dogs have-havin it
[outro: lil jon]
(hey, hey)
there you have ladies and gentlemen (there you have it)
our description (uh-huh)
of how these b-tches be actin’ this
motherf-cka that can’t be (ha-ha, yeah, yeah)
all i gotta say is keep it pimpin’ pimpin’ (keep it pimpin’ pimpin’)
and i don’t trust these mothaf-ckin’ hoes (oh, oh)

- lil jon the east side boyz

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