These Hoes Buckwheat Groats (Ft. Sean Paul)

[Chorus]
These hoes, these hoes
They're out of control
They're out of control
These hoes, these hoes
They're out of control
They're out of control

[Verse 1: Lil' Dinky]
Look bitch, I don't wanna talk to you, I don't wanna talk to you
You smell like a Little Caesar's Hot 'n Ready pepperoni pie with a slight hint of halal food
[Penis Bailey]
Look bitch, I don't wanna talk to you, and I don't wanna talk to none of your best bitches
You hoes about 6 foot 6 with the mustache, bitch, you look like Jeff Bridges
[Lil' Dinky]
Bitch, you look like Jeff Foxworthy, so please do not talk to me
Run your mouth, I might air your family out
Clap your grandfather at the Cracker Barrel
Clap your grandmama at the Crate & Barrel
[Penis Bailey]
Clap your baby sister at the Old Navy
You god damn hoes is out of control
And the Groats won't stand for it no more

[Chorus]