Like Some Ho’s Geto Boys (Ft. Devin The Dude)
"Like Some Ho’s" by Geto Boys (Ft. Devin The Dude), released in 1996, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of misogyny, relationships, and street life. The lyrics depict a raw perspective on interactions with women, reflecting a gritty, unapologetic attitude. Its unique elements include laid-back beats and sharp, provocative lyrics, contributing to the group's cultural impact in the Southern rap scene.
Intro
[Willie D]
Special request, ha ha, going out to all the hoes out there
Ha ha, oh! I ain't just talking about the females
You know, it's a lot of niggas, that have ho like qualities
Just peep that shit, I suppose they mad at the clothes
Cash flows, ha ha
Verse One
[Willie D]
Look at these haters, pulling me over, in my 'Gator
Dirty fuckers, they ain't nothing but some Cock suckers
Fifteen rolling through the B-Nickle
And everything's working on my V-Hickle
I'm sick of all you motherfucking, crooked cops
The minute you pussies see me ya, you make the block
Checking out your screen, hoping I ain't clean
Mother fuck your guns and your badge and ya sirens
All my cop homies, I gotta recognize em
Not only do I know my rights, I exercise them against
You motherfuckers that abuse your authority
Ain't no pressure to bust a cap in your ass cause you ain't special
You breathe like me, you bleed like me, from slugs
So why you mean mugging when I come in the club?
What you jealous of? - the jewelry, ha ha, the money, the car?
Don't hate me cause I'm paid homeboy
[Willie D]
Special request, ha ha, going out to all the hoes out there
Ha ha, oh! I ain't just talking about the females
You know, it's a lot of niggas, that have ho like qualities
Just peep that shit, I suppose they mad at the clothes
Cash flows, ha ha
Verse One
[Willie D]
Look at these haters, pulling me over, in my 'Gator
Dirty fuckers, they ain't nothing but some Cock suckers
Fifteen rolling through the B-Nickle
And everything's working on my V-Hickle
I'm sick of all you motherfucking, crooked cops
The minute you pussies see me ya, you make the block
Checking out your screen, hoping I ain't clean
Mother fuck your guns and your badge and ya sirens
All my cop homies, I gotta recognize em
Not only do I know my rights, I exercise them against
You motherfuckers that abuse your authority
Ain't no pressure to bust a cap in your ass cause you ain't special
You breathe like me, you bleed like me, from slugs
So why you mean mugging when I come in the club?
What you jealous of? - the jewelry, ha ha, the money, the car?
Don't hate me cause I'm paid homeboy
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