Treat 'Em Like Hoez (Explicit)

Treat 'Em Like Hoez (Explicit) - Mr.Doctor/Brotha Lynch Hung

Biatch, I see you standin in the window, fiendin

One o`clock at night a ni**a high and baby fiendin

You made it a muthaf**kin daily routine

To blow me up, but I ain`t callin less I wanna get my dick (ah)

Oh yeah I got the present, ? for the kicks y`all

Get a carter coat to go with that and I might stay fo awhile

Niggero gotcha fiendin for the flavor of dick

Gotcha cravin it, even gotcha tastin

The sh*t was simple when I f**ked you on the first date

Damn you must of known I`d go up in ya cus you had on that lace

That night, hooker, I ain`t forgot the thick brown a**

But I`ll just hit it when I want, yeah I like the way ya f**k

(Then why you never call?)

Cus I be stuck in traffic, or handlin business,

Why you give me static bout it

Ya know you aint the only one so what ya trippin ho

Youre fiendin for the deuce-nine dick

And f**kin my homie from the four ya know

Ya treatin me so bad

And I wanna know why

Why did ya do me this way, baby

I wanna know why

Why, why did ya treat me so bad

Whoooooa, I wanna know why

Why did ya treat me, treat me

Treat me, baaaaaad

Why did ya treat me so bad

Well I`m so high off this chronic sh*t

I bumped my head on a helicopter

And I ain`t knowin what to tell my doctor

A couple of hits`ll have yout fiendin 24 street dick

The night-stalker from the fo`

Lose a hoe, bruise a ho

Do ya hoe cus if ya do I`ll put you up

We`ll make some g`s up out of a momo ho

All the free d**e you wanna smoke

And if I come up short, I`ll let you meet my mini mac 1-0

Cus in the gardens where the chronic grows

We stay high, way high, b**ch what you think

I keep my skrilla up in the bank so ain`t no gank

So f**k me or feed me or you don`t need me

Find your BG, kickin it with my YG`s

And we just gettin high of this chronic sh*t

Bumpin heads on the helicopter

And we not knowin what to tell our doctor

A couple of hits`ll have ya fiendin 24 street dick

And break em off proper

And I wanna know why

Why did ya do me this way, baby

I wanna know why

Why, why did ya treat me so bad

Whoooooa, I wanna know why

Why did ya treat me, treat me

Treat me, baaaaaad

Why did ya treat me so bad

Now tell me how many joints can ya smoke to this ni**a

And how many biatches will suck my dick

Take a hit, take a hit, then you pass the sh*t

Get to coughin eyes water, why you f**kin with the chronic

Cus we dip front to back, and my locos ride

Bumpin season of the sicc, switchin side to side

Now let me slide to some gangsta sh*t

Bout a biatch that we was switchin fo the f**k of it

And never had to claim that trick

Blaze some w**d, gettin paid from the sucka

And when a ni**a leave, pass a homie on his way to f**k her yeeah

Had the b**ch down for the calls in fact

Had the muthaf**ka straightup macked

And thats right b**ch, you know me

Runnin that sh*t like so much pimp

Some ni**a got mad and went to the pad for the mac

But didn`t know, I packed a forty-fo

Ho, remember when you touched me on my dick and said

Oh! Yo shit`s a rock, but you didn`t know

You touched the barrel of a forty-fo

Fo in the mornin, ho you was at my door

And I`m knowin these raggety hos, so b**ch

You know I know you was at my locc`s house

F**k the bullshit, ho

Cus we know, we got ya fiendin

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