Some of These Hoes Jack Master P (Ft. King George & Lil Ric)

Verse 1

Hit the block sideways with the lights off
On 23rd a young bitch about to get tossed
Straight jocking the triple golds I was rolling on
Car full of smoke as I tried to get my perk on
Straight doulja, sipping on gin and juice
Late night creeping as a motherfucker get loose
On my way to Berkley with this hoochie
Non-stop to the motherfucking jacuzzi
Didn't have latex so I stopped at 7-Eleven
That's when I knew the P was marked for a 211
Hoe kept looking over her motherfucking shoulder back
That's when I seen them fools roll up in the Cadillac
And like Bone say them bitches holla hoo-ride
But I ain't going out in a fucking homicide
And the closer they got I grabbed my gauge
Slapped the bitch, I know this shit will make the front page
I'd rather leave them hoes bleeding from they ski masks
Then find a P caught up in a fucking bodybag
And most these hoes ain't nothing but sluts
Slip a nigga that ass and die for the guts
But I didn't panic when them hoes was riding deep
I remained calm just like a G
And as I break them hoes off in a silent rage
Fish tilled back to the Ritz with my 12 gauge
Gat smoking, I ain't joking
Left them fools on the ground face with they heads open
Blood dripping from them bitches like a waterfall
The bitch screaming, but I'm gone fuck them all
Got some head from the bitch as I dropped her off
To the house, nah nigga to the county morgue