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