Beatin These Hoes Down lyrics

by

Project Pat


[Hook]
(Real, real n*gga believe in beatin them hoes down
Real, real, real n*gga believe in beatin them hoes down, push her)x4
(Real, real n*gga believe in beatin them hoes down
Push her head into the wall until you hear that cracking sound)x4

{Verse 1: Lord Infamous}
Sometimes I be wantin to take my fist
And beat these b*tches badly
Check them tramps, I neva nap
Cause Scarecrow gotta have the
Dividends, theres plenty ends for managin those prostitutes
Kickin that black b*tch in her big end so hard that
She pickin the skin up off my boots
My brother has always said dont have no mercy on these hoes
Make them walk the strip
Until they wearin out they shoe soles
And ever since then I can't stand to see a b*tch with a dollar
It mess me up that funky b*tch cause I'll a
b*tch you got to work, go to work, Do some dirt
Bring Lord Infamous back some money
Before you get yo ass hurt
b*tch, You betta meet yo f*ckin quota
b*tch you betta wise up
f*ck around and get yo ass put in the piledriver
Busta mother f*cka pint of hennessy across ya f*ckin head
Hit you in the knee cap with a pipe and try to break yo leg
Man there's plenty money to be made In the M-Town
n*ggas betta learn you gotta beat a funky b*tch down
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{Verse 2: Lord Infamous}
One day me and Paul was chillin in the cut dog, jus glidin
A couplea b*tches I knew ask for a ride
We just cruisin, jus a little pimpin
Rollin blunts and bumpin
Paul ask the b*tch you wanna hit the hotel or something?
The hoes were with it so we fell up in the La Quinta Inn
And we smokin mega blunts and sippin on that grape fruit Gin
Now the b*tches f*cked up and the Scarecrow spittin crazy game
Paul in the corner gettin his di*k sucked by the otha dame
Now I got the stallion comin on up out them draws
Oh lord now its type to bang the walls, bang the walls
Now we through but I still think the hoes dont get the picture
Fired up the roach and hit the rest of the liquor
(So whats up where you want us to drop you off to?)
Next thing I know she comin out her purse with a deuce, deuce
I started bustin, with the 80 out the ankle holster
Two wounded b*tches in the hotel f*ckin with LoCstaz

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