Ain’t That a b*tch (Ask Yourself) lyrics

by

Bun B


[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Uhh, you stayin' with that b*tch, layin' with that b*tch
f*ckin' all your paper off, playin' with that b*tch
At first, all you want to do was f*ck with the b*tch
Years passed by, now you stuck with that b*tch
Ya fighting mo' and mo' now you fed up with the b*tch
But you knew that was a ho when you hooked up with the b*tch
But you trusted the b*tch, cause you lust for the b*tch
Ya suck on the pus*y and bust nuts in the b*tch
Now she around this motherf*cka pregnant and sh*t
But a child to a b*tch, is seen as nothin' but a lic
The next thing you know the b*tch gotcha in court
Tryin' to getcha paper, calling it "child support"
Takin' half of yo' sh*t, talkin' bout a divorce
If you don't know the game, then here's a crash course
They say, "You live with the b*tch, so ya common-law married
And the b*tch done got accustomed to the paper she been havin'"

[Chorus: Devin The Dude + Pimp C]
Ain't that a b*tch? (Ain't that a b*tch?) Ohh
Ain't that a b*tch? Now, ask yourself;
Ain't that a b*tch? Ohh
Ain't that a b*tch?

[Verse 2: Bun B]
I got a letter from the government, the other day
I opened, and read it, it said, "f*ck UGK
We've been watching your success ever since you n*ggas dropped
We would've spoke a long time, but we thought you would've flopped
Man, two n*ggas got some nuts, to graduate to mainstream status
From being two broke bast*rds from off the cuts, growing up in a town
Where population fifty thousand, only three high schools, but eight sets of low-income housing
Look, when you two did Too Hard to Swallow, we thought it was a fluke
When you boys came Super Tight, we played it cool hand Luke
Ridin' Dirty went gold with no video, we gave a break
But this MTV award nomination sh*t just took the cake
So read this letter real good and take it as a warning
We'll be watching you when you sleep and when you wake up in the morning
The people that you running with and everything you do
Sincerely, yours, signed—n*gga, you know motherf*ckin' who."
[Chorus: Devin The Dude + Bun B]
(Ain't that a b*tch?) Ain't that a b*tch? Ohh
Ain't that a b*tch? Now, ask yourself;
Ain't that a b*tch? Ohh
Ain't that a b*tch?

[Verse 3: Devin The Dude]
And just when you thought that pus*y was specially for you
You put all your trust in the b*tch and guess what she do?
Round two in the mornin' that ho's gone
Then she come with some different clothes on
I guess the b*tch is so fine, that you pay it no mind
You asked her where she been, she said "with one of her friends" that ho lying
Her pus*y is a gold mine, well that how she feels
And she can get a few thangs in exchange for cheap thrills
The price of pus*y is turning some women to whores
And just because they give you some pus*y, it ain't yours
So I don't trip on it, but I'll stab if I can
Then wipe off my weapon, and turn into the traveling man
See like I f*cked Ruby Tuesday, but Friday I'd had to slap that ho
The b*tch got knocked up by Rosco, and said I'm the poppa though
In this game they got a name for a chick, who's gettin' rich for lickin' nuts and di*k
Ain't that a b*tch?

[Chorus: Devin The Dude]
Ain't that a b*tch? Ohh
Ain't that a b*tch? Now, ask yourself;
Ain't that a b*tch? Ohh
Ain't that a b*tch?
Ain't that a b*tch? Ohh
Ain't that a b*tch? Now, ask yourself;
Ain't that a b*tch? Ohh
Ain't that a b*tch?
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