Clappin’ A Hoe Kool Keith (Ft. Mr. Sche)

Sample of Eazy-E's "Boys-N-The-Hood (Remix)"
Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes

[Verse 1: Big Sche Eastwood]
If you a faker, stop hallucinating
Stop procrastinating, we don't run with traitors
We so real, we're so 'bout it, 'bout it, pimping
Ain't no cash flowing, unless it's strictly stricken
Ain't no weed blowing, unless you're going half
Ain't no liquor pouring until you pay your tab
Ain't no bitches bending over backwards [?]
Steady pouring something that I (lack)
And stack up with money (we're loaded to death)
These niggas that's bummy (they hate me to death)
But none of these niggas will step on the scene
And go one-on-one, they value their health
They know I'll slap a ho straight to the moon
Like I was an animal, sadistic goon
Your life is in danger when niggas assume
When you fuck around with my money (that's doom)
Power to people that hustle like me
24/7 they grind these streets
Shine like gemstones when I creep
(Ooh) blind mine enemies
I don't know the definition of sleep
If I couldn't starve (I wouldn't eat)
So my main focus is my cheese
And slap any ho that don't heed, ugh