Bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit
[Chorus]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Lets get the f*ck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f*ck the hoes at night
Tight than a motherf*cker with the gangster beats
And we was ballin' on the motherf*ckin' Compton streets
Peep, that shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my motherf*ckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a f*ck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing cause the shit she be doin' ain't shit
Bitches can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a motherf*cker lickin' the pro-tung
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggas wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherf*ckin' county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some motherf*ckin' chin checkin'
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's f*ckin' my hoe, yo
I un-cocked my shit,I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, f*ck that bitch!
[Chorus]
Bitches can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
[Repeat: x4]
Bitches can't hang with the streets
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Bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit
[Chorus]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Lets get the f*ck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f*ck the hoes at night
Tight than a motherf*cker with the gangster beats
And we was ballin' on the motherf*ckin' Compton streets
Peep, that shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my motherf*ckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a f*ck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing cause the shit she be doin' ain't shit
Bitches can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a motherf*cker lickin' the pro-tung
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggas wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherf*ckin' county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some motherf*ckin' chin checkin'
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's f*ckin' my hoe, yo
I un-cocked my shit,I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, f*ck that bitch!
[Chorus]
Bitches can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
[Repeat: x4]
Bitches can't hang with the streets
Bitches ain't shit
[Chorus]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Lets get the f*ck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f*ck the hoes at night
Tight than a motherf*cker with the gangster beats
And we was ballin' on the motherf*ckin' Compton streets
Peep, that shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my motherf*ckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a f*ck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing cause the shit she be doin' ain't shit
Bitches can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a motherf*cker lickin' the pro-tung
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggas wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherf*ckin' county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some motherf*ckin' chin checkin'
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's f*ckin' my hoe, yo
I un-cocked my shit,I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, f*ck that bitch!
[Chorus]
Bitches can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
[Repeat: x4]
Bitches can't hang with the streets
Writer: Andre Young, Tracy Curry, Delmer Drew Arnaud, Ricardo Brown, Calvin Broadus
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Ben Folds
Length: 4:10
Written by: Andre Young, Tracy Curry, Delmer Drew Arnaud, Ricardo Brown, Calvin Broadus