Hoe Games lyrics

by

Master P


[Master P]
Ho Games, Ho Games
Suckers with no game
Hate to see a young g stack a mil man

[Master P]
It could be your best friend your row dawg, your homies, your partners
n*ggas that talk sh*t if the shoe fits I got ya
Buster you know I can't trust ya
If you was a b*tch you know I can't love ya
Suckers tried to play the P like a f*ckin clucker
When I'm the dopeman go ask your brother
Ask St. Charles how the P ball
Suckers wanna talk sh*t like little kids in the school halls
Gold thangs rollin sittin' on Lorenzo's
b*tches didn't wanna ride when the P was in the pinto
Now I got a Lexus, took a trip to Texas
The P done went big time and fools wanna wreck this
Its all legit, No Limit makes the hits
But suckers wanna talk sh*t why, because I'm rich

[Hook]
Players hate to see a player make a mil man
If you ask me that ain't nothin' but some ho games

Ho Games, Ho Games
Suckers with no game
Hate to see a young g stack a mil man
[Silkk]
n*ggas play ho and get f*cked
If hoes wanna play n*ggas hoes will get f*cked up
Fool kinda mad cause I puts in work
I c*ck my chop jump out my drop and wipe off that smirk
Now n*ggas wanna play games
b*tch im quick to get em up f*ck rap and fame
Still that g silkk riding on them thangs
Roll up a swish park my sh*t then hang
n*gga im always strapped, ho I never skinny dip
And for them hoes a trizzo and for the n*ggas a hollowtip
Hate to see me clock a grip
Hate to see me get rich
Hate to see me pull a ho
Hate to see me pull this b*tch
Player haters need to keep them games in the arcade
If I put a quarter abd a slug up in your ass you gon get played
A g to a g I mean a g to a ho
And you can come up in the 94'
And get some more game and throw away the ho sh*t
And leave them ho games to a ho b*tch

[Hook]

[King George]
n*ggas talk sh*t behind my back like hoes
Smile in my face up with they front mouth closed
Now its time to stop ya, here for the drappers
911 only hoes gossip
Prepare for the battle, you get streched out
I won't let it rest til its wire in your mouth
You know who you are I won't say no
Names in vain cease with ho games
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[C-Murder]
Now im trying to go legit and stick with this rap sh*t
I see more and more n*ggas get they wig split
I got cash but I ain't got no f*cking pity I'll smoke your ass
And move to another city brown nose b*tches stay the
f*ck out my face, ho you wanna tape? Take your ass
To the record store jealous motherf*ckers
Running they mouth getting they nuts off
I can't wait to catch your ass with my sawed off
Take this advice before you talk behind my back
Cause playing ho games might get your cranium cracked

[Hook]
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