b*tches Ain’t sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Ben Folds]
b*tches ain't sh*t
b*tches ain't sh*t

[Hook: Ben Folds]
b*tches ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the di*k
Let's get the f*ck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run

[Verse 1: Ben Folds]
I used to know a b*tch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f*ck the hoes at night
Tighter than the motherf*cking gangster beats
And we was balling on the motherf*cking Compton streets
Peep that sh*t got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my motherf*cking pockets was fat
I didn't give a f*ck where the b*tch was at
But she was hanging with a white b*tch doing the sh*t she do
Sucking on his di*k just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothing
And now she's suing cause the sh*t she be doing ain't sh*t
(b*tches can't hang with the streets) She found herself short
(Now she's taking me to court) That's real conversation for your ass
[Verse 2: Lindsay "lin-Z" Jamieson]
I once had a b*tch named Mandy May
Used to be all in them guts like every day
The pus*y was the bomb, had a n*gga on sprung
I was in love like a motherf*cka licking the pearl tongue
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure n*ggas wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back in the motherf*cking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I gets released on a hot sunny day
My n*gga D.O.C. and my homie Dr. Dre
Scooped in a coupe, "Snoop we got the news
Your girl was tricking while you was draped in the county blues"
I ain't been out a second
And already I gotta do some motherf*cking chin checkin'
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, "Dre, pass the Glock"
Kick in the do' and I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's f*cking my ho"
I unc*cked my sh*t, I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
(Man, f*ck that b*tch!)
(Three, four...)

[Hook: Ben Folds]
b*tches ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the di*k
Let's get the f*ck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
[Verse 1: Ben Folds]
I used to know a b*tch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f*ck the hoes at night
Tighter than the motherf*cking gangster beats
And we was balling on the motherf*cking Compton streets
Peep that sh*t got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my motherf*cking pockets was fat
I didn't give a f*ck where the b*tch was at
But she was hanging with a white b*tch doing the sh*t she do
Sucking on his di*k just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothing
And now she's suing cause the sh*t she be doing ain't sh*t
(b*tches can't hang with the streets) She found herself short
(Now she's taking me to court) That's real conversation for your ass

[Outro: Ben Folds]
b*tches can't hang with the streets
b*tches can't hang with the streets
b*tches can't hang with the streets
b*tches can't hang with the streets