Artist: Convicts f/ Choice Album: Convicts Song: Whoop Her Ass Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch (send corrections to typist) (I whoop you when I wanna Kick your ass too I do all these things cause I think I love you) (Love you) (Love you) (Love you) --> Robin Harris [ Big Mike ] Yo, I can't wait to see my girl When I was locked up she was actin a fool in that free world Wouldn't accept my collect calls She had another motherfucker in her drawers breakin her pussy walls Thought I could trust her with my cheese But the bitch seen a mink coat on sale and said, "Nigga please" So now I'm out to get her After I box on her ass till she drops I'ma quit her I might even fuck her But I be damned if I fuck up again and trusted the motherfucker So now I'm havin visions of a wrestling match I'm on the right, she's on the left, the bitch is gettin snatched Across the ring I headbutt the hoe fast Pick her up and surplex the bitch ass Slammed her to the floor like a stamp Applied the figure fo' on the tramp Damn, what a vision, G To get my foot out of her ass she's gonna need surgery Knock-knock, knock on her door, she's here at last She better have some good insurance cause I'ma whip her ass (Kick the bitch down the fuckin block) [ Lord 3-2 ] I called my girl's house the other day Some nigga answered the phone, said his name was Ray Shot Ray some play So his hoe ass wouldn't know I was on my way Got to the house, knocked on the do' Ray opened the do', I dropped his ass to the flo' My gal started screamin ( ? ) out of the bitch, I was just fiendin ( ? ) foot caught the bitch in her face Then I grabbed the hoe by her motherfuckin waist Slammed her to the flo' and shit Then started beatin the bitch with a solid wood clobber stick And threw her ass out the window She went through the windshield of a fucked up Pinto But that ain't stopped me, bro I got her off the Pinto and beat her ass some mo' Not worried a bit or the least Goddamn, here come the motherfuckin police They put me in cuffs, took me to jail Threw my ass in a cell and said, "Motherfuck a bail" They're settin up all my papers for prison For bitch in a hospital with bad condition That shit she did to me couldn't pass I ain't wanna hear shit, I had to whoop her ass (Kick the bitch down the fuckin block) [ Choice ] Now wait a minute, it's time for Choice to get in it And whippin own females' asses, I ain't with it I'm not sayin all girls are shinin stars But you Ex-Cons are takin shit too far Instead of whippin on that ass you should caress it Love it, hug, it, fuck it, and bless it Instead of misusin it, doggin it out and plain old abusin it Cause we can run game just like y'all The difference is we want money and you want drawers So baby, chill and understand Even though we run game we're still down to please a man But if you're still actin pushy I'ma tell my girls to pull a nun and put a lock on that pussy (Get the fuck away from me) (Bitch, just get the fuck away from me) (You fuck) [ Big Mike ] So now you know what's up On these funky little bitches in the street that don't give a fuck About niggas like us So next time they wanna go out, make the bitches ride the bus Dog 'em like it go And if you have to, treat 'em like a hoe And if they actin like they all that Beat them bitches down like Tyson on the comeback Fuck 'em but don't trust 'em, goddamn 'em Pick the skeezers up over your head and bodyslam 'em Cause a hoe'll be a hoe, a bitch'll be a bitch A freak'll be a freak and a trick'll be a trick So take some advice from the teacher of the class Don't hesitate for a second to whoop a bitch's ass Yep yep (Kick the bitch down the fuckin block)