stank ass hoe lyrics – cypress hill

once again, we back

now all these new n*gg*z tryin’ to bust grips
keep tryin’ and i’m sh*ttin’ all over yo tapes
and yo cds, you see these
n*gg*z wit the weed leaves, you need these

hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka, sicka
the rhyme spitter, spittin’ over the transmitter
i got double platinum records on the wall
while you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall

cats wanna try me, you must be high
’cause you havin’ f*ckin’ illusions, no lie
what you usin’? gimme some of that sh*t you fakin’ it
any little t*tle you got, i’m takin’ it

you can’t have it, you didn’t earn it
spit on yo name, sh*t on it, and burn it
suckas wanna floss and play the big boss
what movie you livin’ in and how much did it cost?

what role are you playin’? i’m only sayin’
you’re the record gettin’ played and i’m dj’in
playin’ you, playin’ you, and playin’ you
decayin’ you, i’m tyin’ and breakin’ you

you’re a weak *ss hoe, punk slow yo role
you’re nothin’ but a clone, with nothin’ to show
you’re a weak *ss hoe, need a style of your own

you’re a weak *ss hoe, you’re a weak *ss hoe
(punk *ss n*gg*)
leave me alone, punk n*gg* wit no flow
(carbon copyin m*th*f*cka)
(you ain’t sh*t)
you’re a weak *ss hoe, you’re a weak *ss hoe
(f*ck your little record, punk)
(eat a d*ck)

now look at her over there lookin’ all fine
shakin’ her *ss, tellin’ me to grab from behind
please don’t mind me, you’ll find me
(don’t mind)
rollin’ the pine trees, women askin’ to sign these

well okay, but you’re gonna get me in trouble
nice ones, i gotta be out on the double
i’ll be in that corner table wit my homies
(right over there)
gettin’ stoney tryin’ to avoid the phonies

huh, what you askin’? do i got plastic
to buy you and yo friends drinks? do i have *ssets?
do i got a big home? do i live alone?
can i use yo cell phone? feelin’ my bone

she wanna ride me, she wanna tie me
around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly
i don’t think so, you stink, hoe

the chain in yo brain is missin’ a link, hoe
please back up, i know you look good
but that ain’t enough to get half of my stuff, b*tch
(that’s right, you’re a stank hoe!)

you’re a stank *ss hoe
tryin’ to get dough, leave me alone
’cause you can’t roll, you’re a stank *ss hoe
nut ridin’ pro, you’re a stank *ss hoe

a stank *ss hoe, leave me alone
(broke *ss hoodrat)
you can’t roll, you’re a stank *ss hoe
(you can’t roll)
a stank *ss hoe, you’re a stank *ss hoe
(stank *ss hoe)
(d*ck suckin tramp)

(bring it back homie, come on, huh)
here goes another example to begin’ it
with a twist like p*ssy i’m in it
(yeah, yeah)
when i look at me, i look and see
(baby whatchu lookin’ at)
how long it took for you to throw the book at me

d*mn, that sh*t hurts, but i put in work
these n*gg*z are like germs, over the counter they lurk
and smirk when you fall down, i calm down
(i know)
and put the anti bacterial *ssault down

kill germs that wanna test, they want the best
comparin’ you to me is like a n*gg* to the cess
never settle for stress, or wack rappers
i’m rockin’ outta the west and rockin’ the east after

you’re a b*tch *ss hoe, knockin’ on my door
leave me alone, ’cause you got no soul
you’re a b*tch *ss hoe, need to find a place to go
(trick *ss hoe)
you’re a b*tch *ss hoe, you’re a b*tch *ss hoe
(punk *ss n*gg*s)

don’t touch the microphone, you’re a b*tch *ss hoe
(eat a m*th*f*ckin d*ck)
you’re a b*tch *ss hoe, leave me alone
got no place to go, you’re a b*tch *ss hoe
(trick *ss hoe)

/ cypress hill lyrics