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Recipe of a Hoe Lyrics

[Bo$$]
Guess who?
The down a** b**** BO$$!
Speakin' on how ya d***'ll be getting'
Shot clear the f*** off!
If ya keep, talkin' that s*** cuz all b****** aint hoes!
And i'm-a be the one to let ya stray a** know, n****ro!
So many b******
Ya keep a file on em'
State to state d***!
Ya draws got too many motha f***** miles on em'!
But then again so many fakin' the f***
Claimin' they getting' it,
but on the real they really ain't getting s***
Steadily stressin' you knockin the boots
Yo n**** please!
You's a nappy headed havin', hoe a** rooty poot g!
And any b**** can see for her d*** self
n***** thats talkin' the most s*** ain't even buldgin' up under
Them belts!
Ya fake a** wanna be a pimp m************!
Ya heard me right brother, this b**** here don't stutter!
You no where next to the pimp you wanting to be, oh no
Getting your nut on the solo from get go was a no no!
Don't even think about steppin' to me see!
I'm tellin' ya like it izzzz n****....
I know the f*****' recipe!

[Hook:]
Yep ya gotta,
yep yep ya gotta,
ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe
(gotta let a hoe be a hoe)
hoooooe!

[Bo$$]
If yous a tramp a** n**** or no good n**** you get dissed quick!
But ain't no tellin ya know my personalities split
I could just gank you for
Your s*** without a warning
Or f*** it!
Shoot you now and get all this
s*** over with by the morning!
f*** yeah!
I'm feelin' on full too
s***!
Another reason ya hoe cards pulled fool
I'm down with all this s*** you poppin'
Hell f*** Naw!
I don't wanna put a stoppin' to your hoe hoppin'
Cuz when ya' runnin the motha f***** streets
In between the sheets every
Week screwin freak after freak
BO$$ is straight kickin' in the do' at ya crib
With enough time to kill a 40 O.Z. thats how I live!
Jackin' for cash and jewelry and all that s***
Then off to the p*** shop to get another fat a** grip
And that's exactly how it is g!
On the real tip..tip...tip..
I know the f*****' recipe!
[Hook: repeat]

[Bo$$]
And ya too cool a** n***** tickle me!
Ain't nothin stranger
Than you thinkin' that yous a big d*** dangler
Cuz nothins goin on but this rent
So I wish you would!
Come with that d*** s***,
f*** you and ya' manhood
Huh!
Respect for a n****, I ain't got it see
Perverted a** rusty
b******s, be all musty and s*** b
Then always wanna hug up
You say, "what up?", they ready to stick it in,
I ain't no mingler
So I'm puttin'
Up my middle finger
Yo!
I'm through with all the bullshit...
(awww b**** eat a d*** up til ya hiccup)
Naw trick! Eat this c*** up til' ya spit up
Ya need to be givin this s*** up!
Bet ya didn't know humpin' everything
That wiggle and jiggle will make that d*** shrivel
Punks be wit ya on, and on, and on til' the break a dawn
Once ya pregnant its a different segment
The n**** gone with the quickness!
Only thing you'll get from the "B"
Is put quick on the s*** list!
So to the ladies if you're asking
Me how I figure they just some mo,
No good, p**** hungry a**
n*****..n*****........
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Born Gangstaz (1993)
Intro: A Call From Mom Deeper Comin' to Getcha Mai Sista Izza Bitch Thelma & Louise Drive By Progress of Elimination Livin' Loc'd Recipe of a Hoe A Blind Date With Boss Catch a Bad One Born Gangsta 1-800-body-bags Diary of a Mad Bitch 2 to da Head I Don't Give a f*** Outro: A Call From Dad