[Mac Talking]
  Yeah KLC DJ Wop it's all about them hoes
  I know my nigga Wop don't love them hoes
  My nigga KL he ain't loving them hoes
  My nigga Cult definitely ain't loving them hoes
  Y'all what's up with this Mac nigga feel it
  
  To all the bitches hoes and all that shit
  Running around with them tights on trying to find them tricks
  Running behind that dick chasing niggas with brand names
  I see you tight coming you making it harder for the right woman
  Off in the club giving rappers a hug
  Trying to get some love letting them put their hands on your glove
  Off in the limo you and that slim hoe
  They hit the ass and let their partner and them know
  So now you on they demo
  They wrote a rhyme about cha
  They told the world how they got that out cha
  All up in the mouth too you with the groupie route boo
  They made you famous your man has got to be your bitch
  He saw the video tape and said all man that ain't shit
  Instead of ending it he defending it I'll give you that much
  Either he lame or your pussy is pure gold with diamond clusters
  But he a buster cause everybody fucked you
  But he the only one saying he love you
  Woo you's a
  
  Hoes hoes You know I'm bout them hoes hoes
  But I don't love them hoes hoes hoes hoes
  Wop don't love them hoes hoes
  KL don't love them hoes hoes
  Fiend don't love them hoes hoes
  Coonts don't love them hoes
  Check this out
  
  I seen her in the house in blue shaking her ass
  Winking her eye at every nigga who passed
  Trying to fell that glass put his pants back
  The ass fat but you asked backwards
  A trip with a simple effect even don't have to
  Simple things you be after you caught up in the rapture
  Me and my nigga point at you with laughter
  But get down or try to understand you world
  And what it did to make you such a shallow ass girl
  I know you laid with this nigga that you met last night
  You fucking him because his white Land Cruiser's looking tight
  Stroking telling you that it was love at first sight
  But you don't realize that it was love for the night
  Now you at the crib crying you sick of all them niggas lying
  But you the one that's doing all the lying
  Supplying the cat to all the niggas that be trying to mack
  On the celia you wants to be real familiar
  
  Now back at the spot where the champagne pop
  You in the club corner getting wet in some rain drop
  It's common to you so you except it
  It's unknown how many niggas you done slept with
  
  Chorus
  We don't love them hoes hoes
  We don't love them hoes hoes hoes hoes
  I'm bout them hoes
  Check it hoes
  
  My nigga slim I let them hoes know I'm from the 3rd yo
  My name is Macadon and I'll get all up in em' slow
  I gives a fuck I get bucked nigga what
  My nigga DJ Wop told me to let them niggas know what's up
  My girl Storm she definitely in the house
  I'm from uptown so you niggas know I got all the clout
  Murder murder kill kill