Hit the Highway lyrics
by 8Ball
[Intro]
Yea, its bout that time for you to be heading toward the front do' (b*tch)
You know what time it is
Hit the highway
Let the motherf*cking do' hit chu on the ass
[Chorus: Mr. 3-2 & Too $hort]
[Mr. 3-2]
Way down in the south, that's where I live
All I know is hollarin' at hoes, getting paid, and blowing big
[Too $hort]
And dealing with this pimp, you gone do what I say
Short dawg, I don't play, give me mine and hit the highway (b*tch)
[Mr. 3-2]
Way down in the south, that's where I live
All I know is hollarin' at hoes, getting paid, and blowing big
[Too $hort]
When they dealing with this pimp, b*tches do what I say
Short dawg, I don't play, just give me mine and hit the highway
[Verse 1: Mr. 3-2]
You see, hoes don't get choose
I smash off on vouges
Slam ??? back do's
And wear starched down clothes
Kicking flows and blows more than the average man can blow
Coming down off a pound, with my big afro
And ugh, that hoe yo, it's been a minute since I knocked her
I used to be hitting the pus*y, now I'm passing it to my partnas
Cuz the b*tch gotta stay out my face
I ain't got no time to wine and dine, I'm on a major paper chase
So can I get mine and go on? Smashing off in the nine five hog
One deep, strapped with my pistol, jamming Short Dawg
See these hoes get these bustas sprung and dropping off paper regular
Putting them in homes, clothes, jew-els, and filling they cell-u-lars
But I ain't giving them nathin', so hoe quit holding out your hand
I'm ??? ??? ???
But all you're getting is a nutty rubber in your trash can
Wam-bam, no thank ya, you're not a ma'am, so I holla
Till next time I hit the pus*y, cuz it don't cost me a dolla
[Chorus: Mr. 3-2 & Too $hort]
[Mr. 3-2]
That's where I live
All I know is hollarin' at hoes, getting paid, and blowing big
[Too $hort]
And dealing with this pimp, you gone do what I say
Short dawg, I don't play, give me mine and hit the highway (b*tch)
[Mr. 3-2]
Way down in the south, that's where I live
All I know is hollarin' at hoes, getting paid, and blowing big
[Too $hort]
And dealing with this pimp, you gotta do what I say
Short dawg, I don't play, give me mine and hit the highway
[Verse 2: Too $hort]
Its all apart of the game, some b*tches get no respect
Its all about the way you b*tches carry yourself
Cuz if you act like hoe then Ima pimp you
I having you doing sh*t, you say you can't do
b*tch I know you can, cuz I'm the f*cking man
You say, treat you like a lady, but I'm just running scam
So I can get some pus*y from a hoe like you
Bust a few nuts and let you know when I'm through
I'm the D to the O to the motherf*cking G
I shouldn't have to tell you, you should know what's up with me
But since you had to ask me, I'm on a mission now
I'm catching hoes on some California pimping style
It won't take me too long, I have you caught up in the hype
You'll be talking bout your life and how you wanna be my wife
b*tch
Life ain't sh*t without a dream
But you and me ain't got a gotdamn thing
[Chorus: Mr. 3-2 & Too $hort]
[Mr. 3-2]
Way down in the south, that's where I live
All I know is hollarin' at hoes, getting paid, and blowing big
[Too $hort]
When you deal with this pimp, you gotta do what I say
Short dawg, I don't play, give me mine and hit the highway (b*tch)
[Mr. 3-2]
Way down in the south, that's where I live
All I know is hollarin' at hoes, getting paid, and blowing big
[Too $hort]
When dealing with this pimp, do what I say
Short dawg don't play, give me mine and hit the highway
[Talking: Mr. 3-2]
And by know you probably know you dealing with some pimps
b*tch
Know what I'm talking bout
Its the 3 to the 2
With my partner Short Dawg
8-Ball and MJG
From that South
You know what I'm talking bout
Yea
So break 'em off
[Verse 3: 8Ball]
Break 'em off
Breakin' 'em off is how a player do ya, screw ya
Then be all up in your dreams like Freddy Kruger
b*tches
Going from di*k to di*k, looking for tricks, to spend chips
On hips, and lips, they grips
Don't slips
Cuz hoes be banana peel carriers
Game poppin', ass shaking, breaking tricks in every area
Its 8-Biz-all, real like the song say
Tre deuce tell them b*tches where we from n*gga
[Chorus: Mr. 3-2 & Too $hort]
[Mr. 3-2]
Way down in the south, that's where I live
All I know is hollarin' at hoes, getting paid, and blowing big
[Too $hort]
And dealing with these pimps, you gotta do what we say
Short dawg don't play, just give me mine and hit the highway (b*tch)
[Mr. 3-2]
Way down in the south, that's where I live
All I know is hollarin' at hoes, getting paid, and blowing big
[Too $hort]
You wanna f*ck with a pimp, b*tch do what I say
I don't play, just give me mine and hit the highway
[Verse 4: MJG]
Open your pus*y-hole, peep my tootsie roll, the utility pole
Constantly di*king b*tches, leaving these hoes in my total control
Who is the b*tches who wanna be down with G
When will they finally see?
Pimpin' is something that's deep in the heart of me
Hell, what else could I be?
M-J-G, no G-E-D, no college skills
Only be flowing and showing and knowing the real, so you can see what I feel
b*tch you gotta be bleeding in your maxi
Gimme what's mine, hit the highway, and hustle for a taxi
[Chorus: Mr. 3-2 & Too $hort]
[Mr. 3-2]
Way down in the south, that's where I live
All I know is hollarin' at hoes, getting paid, and blowing big
[Too $hort]
And dealing with this pimp, you gotta do what I say
Short dawg don't play, give me mine and hit the highway (b*tch)
[Mr. 3-2]
Way down in the south, that's where I live
All I know is hollarin' at hoes, getting paid, and blowing big
[Too $hort]
And dealing with this pimp, you gone do what I say
Short dawg don't play, give me mine and hit the highway
[Outro]
Say b*tch
You b*tch
You know who I'm calling a b*tch
Haha
I don't know how you got these clothes in here
But you and these clothes, gotta get ch'all ass up outta here
Now
And don't try to find your way back
Tramp