b*tches Ain’t sh*t lyrics

by

Ludacris


[Intro: Lil Jon]
Yeah, yeah...
Lil Jon and East Side Boyz (That's right, b*tch)
Suga Free (Suga Free)
That boy Snoop Dogg
Oobie, wassup girl?
And this n*gga right here (Yeah)
Sing it to them Nate Dogg (Hey)
Sing it man

[Verse 1: Nate Dogg & Lil Jon]
Back in the days I use to like b*tches (Uhh)
But I tell you now days b*tches Ain't sh*t (Tell 'em mane, tell 'em)
And if you wonder why I say this (Yeah, yeah)
I've had a lot of women and b*tches think they slick (shoop-bop ??, hey)
Sneakin' around f*ckin around whenever were not around (Always)
Actin' all sophisticated, spending money that she didn't make (Oh, ya)
I get so mad that I could slap her actin like she Cleopatra (Goddamn, hey)
Ain't no need to ask she's a slave to the money and I'm the master

[Chorus: Nate Dogg w/ Oobie, & Lil Jon]
That's why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday
Don't let no girl no b*tch (hey) no man no n*gga get in my way
I keep my gun with me (always) for peace I keep it right by my side (.45 b*tch)
Big Nate (hey), Long Beach (hey), OG (Lil Jon), Lil Jon (hey), tight beats, so come on let's ride!
[Verse 2: Lil' Jon]
What's up with these tryin' to play a n*gga
Go to court these hoes straight slay a n*gga
No more di*k in yo pus*y just stick with your throat
You ain't gon get no child support
Playing a n*gga like you my one and only
Two-face hoe f*cking me and my homie
But I love yo gurl, naw I was just playing
You say you love me if I was just paying
Why I gotta be like that, why must I chase the cat
Or really why must I chase the rat
n*gga f*cking b*tches how bout that
Won't you buy me a drink? (b*tch hell naw)
Let me hit yo dank? (b*tch hell naw)
Won't you take me to yo crib? (b*tch hell naw)
Let's go to the mall (b*tch hell naw)

[Chorus: Nate Dogg w/ Oobie]
That's why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday
Don't let no girl no b*tch no man no n*gga get in my way
I keep my gun with me for peace I keep it right by my side
Big Nate, Long Beach, OG, Lil Jon, tight beats, so come on let's ride!

[Post-Chorus: East Side Boys]
Pimped out, jam
Tiggle it? Slam
Pimpd out, jam
Tiggle it? Slam
Pimpd out, jam
Tiggle it? Slam
Pimpd out, jam
Tiggle it? Slam
[Verse 3: Suga Free]
Now don't get me started
And never say what you won't do
Cause your just a Reese's Pieces away from gettin' turned out too
Now I can give that man dap
But how you gonna sue me for some child support
When you ain't sat down and wrote me a rap?
See you can't ride two horses wit one hand
Uh oh, Suga Free the last dinosaur from caveman ave
(Should I send her?) I toast to this
(So she can check the track) I toast to that
You can catch 'em on the dance floor, I toast to this
And you know she ain't got no panties, I toast to that
Gooshie-Gooshie-Mooshie-Mooshie-Bushy-Gushy
I can tell by the way she dance she's got some good pus*y

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Thats why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday
Don't let no girl no b*tch no man no n*gga get in my way
I keep my gun with me for peace I keep it right by my side
Big Nate, Long Beach, OG, Lil Jon, tight beats, so come on let's ride!

[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, let me get a glass of that
Puff puff pass it back
Doggy Dogg with a classic rap
Blazing sacks back-to-back imagine that
I'm trying to holla at Shaniqua (Shaniqua)
Champagne for me and my peoples
VIP'ing, LBC'ing, DPG's, they'll be G's
Until the end of time (Time), and we'll continue to shine (Shine)
My games gettin' bigger, it's a wrap. church my n*gga
[Verse 5: Oobie]
Let me tell ya about a b*tch
b*tches are scandalous
b*tches don't give a sh*t
All a b*tch want is that di*k and money
You ain't get no loyalty
Cause a b*tch gon' always scheme
They love it when you f*ck em'
They love it when you leave em'
Better yet when you mistreat em'
f*ck a b*tch, n*gga you don't need em'
You b*tches, ain't getting sh*t
'Cause my smart dogs ain't havin it

[Outro: Lil Jon]
(Hey, hey)
There you have ladies and gentlemen (There you have it)
Our description (Uh-huh)
Of how these b*tches be actin' this
Motherf*cka that can't be (Ha-ha, yeah, yeah)
All I gotta say is keep it pimpin' pimpin' (Keep it pimpin' pimpin')
And I don't trust these mothaf*ckin' hoes (Oh, oh)
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