Artist: Bun B f/ BeatKing Album: Return of the Trill Song: Hoes From Da Hood Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com {"Man, BeatKing!"} [Chorus: Bun B] Got some hoes from the hood (hood) that live to keep it live Got some hoes from the hood (hood) that live to keep it live Got some hoes from the hood (hood) that live to keep it live Got some hoes from the hood (hood) that live to keep it live From the back (back) to the front (front) and to the side From the back (back) to the front (front) and to the side From the back (back) to the front (front) and to the side From the back (back) to the front (front) and to the side [Bun B] (Got some hoes from the hood) And they straight up out the ghetto They don't listen to no punk rock, pop, or heavy metal All they listen to is Boosie, smokin on a loosie They attitude is bad but they coochie real juicy (Got some hoes from the hood) And they straight up out the trap If you comin at 'em wrong, guaranteed they finna snap They make they ass clap when they drop it to the flo' And they gon' bust it open (when?) soon as they hit the do' (Got some hoes from the hood) Man and they don't plan on leavin Long as they can get their nails done, and their hair weavin Shit, they gon' keep it G, rep the city like they should But don't get out of line, they wish a motherfucker would [Chorus] [Bun B] (Got some hoes from the hood) And they all about the money Cause they gotta pay them bills, ain't a damn thing funny Their kids need some school clothes and brand new shoes So they gon' bounce that ass and try to make a nigga choose (Got some hoes from the hood) And they all about the bread So you gon' have to pay to get some pussy or some head Cause they don't fuck for free unless it's they baby daddy So you gon' drop them coins 'fore she hops off in your Caddy (Got some hoes from the hood) And they all about finnessin Take your money and your jewelry 'fore you done undressin So you gon' learn a lesson and it's for your own good Cause they gon' catch you slippin nigga, just like they should [Chorus] [BeatKing] + (Bun B) Yo, hol' up, what? (Got some hoes from the hood) Who be twerkin at that Onyx For those twenties, fifties, hundreds, tattoos on her stomach She don't want the conversation, she's just tryin to get paid If you lame she gon' tell you to hit up plenty and pay (Got some hoes from the hood) Who be gone off them pills Gettin skinny than a bitch, ratchet hoe you need to chill Dude livin in yo' house, he ain't even payin bills But that ain't none of my business, I want some top, what's the deal? (Hoe-hoes from the hood) Who be all about they cheese {hold up} Just started strippin, got them bruises on her knees {ha} Throw that, throw that ass back, make a nigga run If you ain't finna fuck Zilla then you ain't finna fuck Bun What what? [Chorus] [Outro: Bun B] Got some hoes from the hood, from the hood, from the hood