Hookin’ With The Hookers lyrics

[Intro]
Hurragh!
Yo, R.A.? Get these b*tches on my house, man, what's goin' on?!
Yo, this is rocking real!
BLAOW!!!

[Hook]
Fat b*tch (Hookin' with the hookers!)
Stank whore (Hookin' with the hookers!)
Cave b*tches (Hookin' with the hookers!)
Smelly snatch (Hookin' with the hookers!)

[Verse 1: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Rrarrghoh, check out the flow but the brothers can't get with the program
But they b*tches don't debate us they respected now (?)
So play this rock a b*tch like Amadeus (suck my di*k!) I don't let 'em
The man Gibbs is in the house, ya better know this cat
I got my Basket Case shirt on my back
So I got 10 Joe so I f*ck 10 hoes
I got more raps then ya mother got dildos
And I suppose, I take off the phat b*tches clothes
Then I feel upon a fat b*tches rolls
I drink ya blood of an ignoramus got to have a pregnancy test
I dismember a million dead rabbits, why do you do it to me?!
I don't care who she be that I stick any fat booty, I see
Now I'm impressed by the Cap, pick up the mic slow would ya get me now!
[Verse 2: Glen Gibbs]
Stick 'em up, shut your idol up, aw f*ck
I got the b*tches turning tricks doing backflips to this funky stuff
Enough's enough it's time to get down, and I mean on it
Not like this punk ass b*tch kids who claim they the hardest
Just grab the mic, pick it up and do your thang
If you get some props, cool but if not you'll proper get a karate kick
So reminisce on this quick
And bust and boom the cats, rats growing like a f*cking monsoon
You know they hitting hard word up, cuz I'm hard at hitting
I'm leaving MC sh*tting and girls extremely dripping
So check the fact ass black dope enough to slay
'Cos hey, hey, Cap, don't give a motherf*ck what they say

[Verse 3: Capital T]
Aw sh*t, give me a drink, b*tch
Give me a drink because these n*ggas on the brink
Now who am I let's try a stiff one I'm that tight maniac
So get the f*ck back or get ya ass cracked
n*gga like I don't f*ck around, I don't play-play
I rip sh*t, backflips and I'm (?) like O.J
Crustified n*ggas pullin' triggers on the flip
Tip, with the dibbs (?) bring ya f*ckin' whips
Therefore, I'm do it on ya handle
The n*ggas talkin' sh*t but you see I Do-ray-Me yo
'Cos I hit a hoe, I make a hoe take a bath
Hit the hoe, make it last swing around her snatch (whoo sh*t!)
You wanna know me? You wanna know me but ya gotta blow me
And when you (?) I let you do my homies
[Hook]
(Undecipherable) (Hookin' with the hookers!)
Hookin' with the hookers!
Hookin' with the hookers!
Michael Jackson (Hookin' with the hookers!)

[Verse 4: Glen Gibbs]
(Ya big faggots)
Am brag-a-docious, ferocious I hold this: two-tonne magnificent
Rhyme, my n*gga R-A, I knows it's
Attractin' emcee's, and hip hop fanatics, addicts
It's so dope, they got a f*ckin' habit, but just chill you can't
Stick it in ya vein, pain, ya need the boombox that rock that get into ya brain
As I flip it on and off, and on/off, I flip it
So make some f*cking noise if you down with it (Raarg!)
Yo ya bought it
I'll school ya ass, likes a kid from kindergarten
I take a bat out ya ass like a hood they robbin'
What you startin', ya better smarten up
Before you get shut down like a sitting duck rip sh*t quick
On the mic, yes, I snap (yo, kill 'em, Cap!)
Now you b*tches know who the f*ck I am?

[Verse 5: Capital T]
I knew I could flow but you never knew how good
b*tches know I'll be cos they I'm no good (aah!)
Quick where's my drink, I think I can see clear now
I get so f*ckin' hype, I do it.. triple sound
'Cos I flip with the lyrics, while my lips
Tic-tac-toe a hoe while tip toe thru her tulips
'Cos I get diesel, f*ck Evil Knievel
It's not one of my idols, I f*ck-a upon my bibles
It's lunatic on the music, get ya corny ass crew
And get ya ass kicked, let me get ya Crustified mad trip
Catch a cap thru the back or an axe to the torso
Then ya girl ride me like a horse, yo!
(Do me, do me like that... YA f*ckIN' WHORE!)

(It's the children!)

[Verse 6: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Look what she sees, the goal is not crusta-female species
Yo, baby, I get props, he chased this girl for in her species
And with that B, ya better batter me
You front on real motherf*ckers, I could p*ss on your whole posse
Raaaorrgh, I might not be cute, without a second doubt
With my (??) pick up the boots, so don't test, arrest this testis
I put my nutsack in your raps until she looks like Dizzy Gillespie
Why no team better than meeee now
(?) on ya titties
I got my (?)

[Hook]