Beep!      [Trick Daddy]   I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it   'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic   Old material bitch   Gold-digging for them tender dicks   A real nigga never give you shit Biotch   Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho   Getting money by at the pak Jam, by the back door   Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top   Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock   Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit   Smelling like dead fish   And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit   And every time I see you, you got to have dick   You wants mo' respect   You gets no respect   And all you want is some hardcore sex   1, 2, 3, yes you know   4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole   Back-to-back from the back, head and all   Doo-doo brown and licked his hairy ass balls   In the streets late-night me, you, and all my boys   What I'm thinking 'bout honey bun (honey bun)   You got the nigga running up in you   Shake it like "Naww, I'm not trying to do you"   No good freak, is the same but I love you   I'm off in you skin-deep motherfucker let's do it again sometimes you like that, huh?   The next nut going out for your grandma      You'se a ho but you can't help it 'cause you don't know it   I figure you'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it   Oh, Oh, Ho   You'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it      [Buddy Roe]   Stupid bitch you done dropped out of high school   But who's the fool?   You'se a prime example   You met a nigga named Mike   at the nice Lexus lane looking like grands for the night   Times are hard, you scared, your rent is due   It aint no limit to the shit you do   You making records in the studio   Telling me it aint who you know it's who you blow   Sheit,   I'll hit you up for a gangbang   Have you doing strange thangs for some small change   Keeping it real   Fucking with the wrong pops   Longshoreman on the dock   Head, booty and cock   You get what he got   Shooting tech to his whole cat   Took him home let him hit you from the back   With tax because it's like that      I figure you'se a Ho Ho Ho      You can't trust   A bitch with a big butt   You get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch   Jimmy-up when I bust her   Fucked her   HIV can't trust her   I got too much to lose   Cash rules   Protect the family jewels   Yeah,   And I ain't going out like Easy   Believe me   A nigga disease free      [Chorus]      [Trick Daddy]   Had another baby, blame it on the same nigga   Reason being is seeing that he's a dope dealin   Bitch, you'se a fiend you want dick   You wan't much flow,   But I can't pay you ho   You dissed Trick,   And now you on the hitlist   I dogged you out, and now you getting dick shit   I told my boys   That you make much noise   And you like getting off with those sex toys   A bunch of high school hos at the Goom-Bay*   They got they drawers in they hands like it's okay   They got all the niggas jockin 'cause they cock fat   The young hoes turning heads 'cause they got back   Now, they finer than them hos off TV   But, they fucking every nigga on fifteenth   So I figgaaaaaaa   You'se a Ho Ho Ho      [Chorus]      Ho Ho Ho      [Chorus with variation untill the end]