Beep!
    [Trick Daddy]
  I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
  'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
  Old material bitch
  Gold-digging for them tender dicks
  A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
  Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
  Getting money by at the pak Jam, by the back door
  Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top
  Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock
  Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit
  Smelling like dead fish
  And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit
  And every time I see you, you got to have dick
  You wants mo' respect
  You gets no respect
  And all you want is some hardcore sex
  1, 2, 3, yes you know
  4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole
  Back-to-back from the back, head and all
  Doo-doo brown and licked his hairy ass balls
  In the streets late-night me, you, and all my boys
  What I'm thinking 'bout honey bun (honey bun)
  You got the nigga running up in you
  Shake it like "Naww, I'm not trying to do you"
  No good freak, is the same but I love you
  I'm off in you skin-deep motherfucker let's do it again sometimes you like that, huh?
  The next nut going out for your grandma
    You'se a ho but you can't help it 'cause you don't know it
  I figure you'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
  Oh, Oh, Ho
  You'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
    [Buddy Roe]
  Stupid bitch you done dropped out of high school
  But who's the fool?
  You'se a prime example
  You met a nigga named Mike
  at the nice Lexus lane looking like grands for the night
  Times are hard, you scared, your rent is due
  It aint no limit to the shit you do
  You making records in the studio
  Telling me it aint who you know it's who you blow
  Sheit,
  I'll hit you up for a gangbang
  Have you doing strange thangs for some small change
  Keeping it real
  Fucking with the wrong pops
  Longshoreman on the dock
  Head, booty and cock
  You get what he got
  Shooting tech to his whole cat
  Took him home let him hit you from the back
  With tax because it's like that
    I figure you'se a Ho Ho Ho
    You can't trust
  A bitch with a big butt
  You get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch
  Jimmy-up when I bust her
  Fucked her
  HIV can't trust her
  I got too much to lose
  Cash rules
  Protect the family jewels
  Yeah,
  And I ain't going out like Easy
  Believe me
  A nigga disease free
    [Chorus]
    [Trick Daddy]
  Had another baby, blame it on the same nigga
  Reason being is seeing that he's a dope dealin
  Bitch, you'se a fiend you want dick
  You wan't much flow,
  But I can't pay you ho
  You dissed Trick,
  And now you on the hitlist
  I dogged you out, and now you getting dick shit
  I told my boys
  That you make much noise
  And you like getting off with those sex toys
  A bunch of high school hos at the Goom-Bay*
  They got they drawers in they hands like it's okay
  They got all the niggas jockin 'cause they cock fat
  The young hoes turning heads 'cause they got back
  Now, they finer than them hos off TV
  But, they fucking every nigga on fifteenth
  So I figgaaaaaaa
  You'se a Ho Ho Ho
    [Chorus]
    Ho Ho Ho
    [Chorus with variation untill the end]