(feat. Traci)
[Master P]
Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
I got five on the lips
But I ain't payin for the ass
You just got yo hair fixed
So can you pump a nigga gas
Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick
I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick
C-Murder called you hoes like some f*ckin crash dummies
It ain't love when the motherf*cking sex cost money
I ain't dissin you hoes
I just don't love you hoes
In yo raggedy ass Girbauds
When you swangin on them poles
Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife
And if you dippin I can't put you in my life
Cause all hoes suck dick
Let me tell you dog hoes you f*ckin with
See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes
(But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes
Talk that shit now roll with it
Ya warefare check hoe go get it
[chorus]
[P] Check dem hoes
[Traci] Check dem niggas [4x]
[Traci]
Check dem hoes nigga is you crazy
You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me
(?) in front yo boys like you made me nigga
I hold my own ????????
Reppin like you gon shine
Nigga you is a waste of time
Gettin that ho to step to me
I gets down for mine
Me and my girls we don't play no games
F*ck you lames
When you walkin on side of me
I'm bringin you pain
You can talk that shit about suck yo dick
Get a grip
Broke bitch you ain't the shit
You know who you f*ckin wit
Drop a baby for you
Nigga you must be sick
Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks
[chorus]
[P] Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
[Traci] Who dat call the police
Yo pa call the police
[P] Dem hoes call the police
[Traci] Dem niggas call the police
[P] Check dem hoes
[Traci] Check dem niggas
[P] Talk that shit now roll wit it
Yo warefare check ho go get it
(911 operator, did someone dial 911?)