[Intro: Sen Dog]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Once again, ha ha ha
We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
[Verse 1: B-Real]
Now all these new niggas trying to bust grapes
Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes
And yo CDs, you see these
Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these
Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka
The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor
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 fuckin Illusions, no lie, what you usin?
Gimme some of that shit (Shit), you fakin it
Any little title you got, I'm takin it
You can't have it, you didn't earn it
Spit on yo name, shit 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 (Ah ha ha)
[Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
You're a weak ass ho
Punk slow yo role
You're nothin but a clone
With nothin to show
You're a weak ass ho
Need a style of your own
You're a weak ass ho
You're a weak ass ho (Punk ass nigga)
Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)
Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)
You're a weak ass ho (Fuck your little record, punk)
You're a weak ass ho (Eat a dick)
[Verse 2: B-Real]
Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine
Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind
Please don't mind me, you'll find me
Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these
Well OK, 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
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 assets?
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, ho
The chain in yo brain is missin a link, ho
Please back up, I know you look good
But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch
(ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank ho!)
[Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
You're a stank ass ho
Tryin to get dough
Leave me alone
Cause you can't roll
You're a stank ass ho
Nut ridin pro
You're a stank ass ho
A stank ass ho
Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)
You can't roll (You can't roll)
You're a stank ass ho
A stank ass ho (Stank ass ho)
You're a stank ass ho (Dick suckin tramp)
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)
[Verse 3: B-Real]
Here goes another example to begin it
With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it
When I look at me, I look and see
How long it took for you to throw the book at me
Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work
These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk
And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down
And put the anti-bacterial assault down
Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best
Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess
Never settle for stress, or wack rappers
I'm rockin outta the West and rockin the East after
[Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
(Punk ass nigga)
You're a bitch ass ho
Knockin on my door
Leave me alone
Cause you got no soul
You're a bitch ass ho (Trick ass ho)
Need to find a place to go
You're a bitch ass ho (Punk ass niggas)
You're a bitch ass ho
Don't touch the microphone
You're a bitch ass ho (Eat a muthafuckin dick)
You're a bitch ass ho
Leave me alone
Got no place to go
You're a bitch ass ho (Trick ass ho)
*humming*
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