Chop That Hoe (Explicit)
Jay Tee, Baby Bash, Mac Dre"Chop That Hoe (Explicit)" is a song by Jay Tee, Baby Bash, Mac Dre, released in 2004 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:20 long and contains 91 lines and 463 words.
Lyrics
0:12H*es get chopped
0:13H*es get laced
0:14Ho get a donkey d**k in yo face
0:16With no disgrace
0:17I keep my boots on lace
0:19And make a b***h clean up the whole d**n place
0:21Start in the kitchen
0:23Do them dishes
0:24Taste these nuts h*e
0:25They so delicious
0:26In the bathroom scrubbin tubs
0:28And don't even think about hittin the club
0:31Let yo girlfriends go
0:32They stayin drama
0:33B***h I'm your daddy and yo mamma
0:35Baby busy
0:37Baby batchy
0:38I gotta beezoy in lake clamashey
0:40Goin hard on a b***h is all I know
0:42Ask that boy dre and tony franko
0:45Wako say ho
0:46Crank that thang ho
0:47I wish a b***h would ask me to be faithful
0:50Haha
0:51It ain't no chance
0:52And I'ma keep doin the dummest dance
0:54Haha
0:55It ain't no chance
0:56And I'ma keep the stupidest dance
0:59The miami h*e
0:59Chop that h*e man
1:01Break that beezey
1:03Chop that h*e man
1:06Break that beezey
1:08Chop that h*e man
1:11Break that beezey
1:13Chop that h*e man
1:15Break that beezey
1:17I wish I would make that bed
1:20I ain't doin s**t till you give me some head
1:22Or jack me off
1:23Till my d**k gets harder
1:24As soon as I nut
1:25Go and warm my water
1:27Let a playa soak while you go get greasy
1:29I want ham and eggs over easy
1:31Sunnyside up
1:32Bombay and some welch's grapes
1:34Don't try to run h*e there's no escape
1:37Last night you was real excited
1:38But now I'm kinda feelin uninvited
1:41You don't like it that I called you a h*e
1:43Put your a*s back in the sixty fo
1:45Whats f**ked up is that its ganna get worse
1:48So b***h give me everything in yo purse
1:50I want check books credit cards and skrilla scratch
1:52If she ain't got no bread I'ma kill tha batch
1:55Chop that h*e man
1:57Break that beezey
2:00Chop that h*e man
2:02Break that beezey
2:04Chop that h*e man
2:07Break that beezey
2:09Chop that h*e man
2:11Break that beezey
2:14Once apon a stary night
2:16He went to the lot and bought a car he liked
2:18It was A O B all on bay
2:2120's all around how you call on thay
2:23I don't know no algebra
2:25But I know how to get dough outa her
2:28Mathamatics man calculate
2:30Let's count all the tricks she about to date
2:32Vellagios venicians chinese white and valesians
2:37Carpet waters
2:38Pocket starters
2:39Fully hand guns
2:40And rocket launchers
2:42Cuz pimpin ain't nothin but a side job
2:44If I ain't doin that n***a I mob
2:46You can ipod
2:48Or mp3
2:49Rub the lamp you might see the genie
2:51Chop that h*e man
2:53Break that beezey
2:56Chop that h*e man
2:58Break that beezey
3:05Chop that h*e man
3:07Break that beezey
3:11Chop that h*e man
3:20Break that beezey
H*es get chopped H*es get laced Ho get a donkey d**k in yo face With no disgrace I keep my boots on lace And make a b***h clean up the whole d**n place Start in the kitchen Do them dishes Taste these nuts h*e They so delicious In the bathroom scrubbin tubs And don't even think about hittin the club Let yo girlfriends go They stayin drama B***h I'm your daddy and yo mamma Baby busy Baby batchy I gotta beezoy in lake clamashey Goin hard on a b***h is all I know Ask that boy dre and tony franko Wako say ho Crank that thang ho I wish a b***h would ask me to be faithful Haha It ain't no chance And I'ma keep doin the dummest dance Haha It ain't no chance And I'ma keep the stupidest dance The miami h*e Chop that h*e man Break that beezey Chop that h*e man Break that beezey Chop that h*e man Break that beezey Chop that h*e man Break that beezey I wish I would make that bed I ain't doin s**t till you give me some head Or jack me off Till my d**k gets harder As soon as I nut Go and warm my water Let a playa soak while you go get greasy I want ham and eggs over easy Sunnyside up Bombay and some welch's grapes Don't try to run h*e there's no escape Last night you was real excited But now I'm kinda feelin uninvited You don't like it that I called you a h*e Put your a*s back in the sixty fo Whats f**ked up is that its ganna get worse So b***h give me everything in yo purse I want check books credit cards and skrilla scratch If she ain't got no bread I'ma kill tha batch Chop that h*e man Break that beezey Chop that h*e man Break that beezey Chop that h*e man Break that beezey Chop that h*e man Break that beezey Once apon a stary night He went to the lot and bought a car he liked It was A O B all on bay 20's all around how you call on thay I don't know no algebra But I know how to get dough outa her Mathamatics man calculate Let's count all the tricks she about to date Vellagios venicians chinese white and valesians Carpet waters Pocket starters Fully hand guns And rocket launchers Cuz pimpin ain't nothin but a side job If I ain't doin that n***a I mob You can ipod Or mp3 Rub the lamp you might see the genie Chop that h*e man Break that beezey Chop that h*e man Break that beezey Chop that h*e man Break that beezey Chop that h*e man Break that beezey
Translation
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