Hoez Love It Mac Dre (Ft. Spice 1)
"Hoez Love It" by Mac Dre (Ft. Spice 1), released in 2001, is a #HipHop track celebrating street life and the hustle. The lyrics emphasize confidence, relationships, and the allure of the lifestyle, with a playful yet assertive tone. Its catchy beat and clever wordplay highlight the Bay Area rap scene's unique style, influencing later artists and culture.
[Intro: Richard Pryor]
I don't mess around. I had about four womens in my life. That's right, 'cause they drain ya. They do; they fuck all the time. That's right; if you fuck one of 'em good, you in trouble. 'Cause she gon' tell her friend, she gon' want some. That's right; and you fuck her, she gon' tell somebody. And the next thing you know, you got to fuck eight or nine times
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
Now how much money can one black man make
When his game be great and seasoned like a tasty steak
No limit, I'm in it to hold loot
Collectin' scrill like that Golden Gate toll booth
Old schoolin' like La-Di-Da-Di
Stickin' long donk in every hole in a bitch body
She lick pipe, but never would I taste walls
Catching more hoes than Mike Piazza catch balls
Mac Dre, I keep hoes droolin'
Ragooey, still old schoolin'
'71 glass house with that white interior
Blowin' big bomb, drinkin', rhyme superior
151 ways I get dumb
For every ten times she cum I bust one
I got stamina, I fuck 'til the rooster crow
Put them legs up and let me goose ya, ho
[Chorus]
Hoes ... love it
Hoes ... love it
Hoes ... love it
Hoes ... love it
I don't mess around. I had about four womens in my life. That's right, 'cause they drain ya. They do; they fuck all the time. That's right; if you fuck one of 'em good, you in trouble. 'Cause she gon' tell her friend, she gon' want some. That's right; and you fuck her, she gon' tell somebody. And the next thing you know, you got to fuck eight or nine times
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
Now how much money can one black man make
When his game be great and seasoned like a tasty steak
No limit, I'm in it to hold loot
Collectin' scrill like that Golden Gate toll booth
Old schoolin' like La-Di-Da-Di
Stickin' long donk in every hole in a bitch body
She lick pipe, but never would I taste walls
Catching more hoes than Mike Piazza catch balls
Mac Dre, I keep hoes droolin'
Ragooey, still old schoolin'
'71 glass house with that white interior
Blowin' big bomb, drinkin', rhyme superior
151 ways I get dumb
For every ten times she cum I bust one
I got stamina, I fuck 'til the rooster crow
Put them legs up and let me goose ya, ho
[Chorus]
Hoes ... love it
Hoes ... love it
Hoes ... love it
Hoes ... love it
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