b*tches Ain’t sh*t lyrics

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[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
b*tches ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
b*tches ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts, then suck the di*k
Gets the f*ck out after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
b*tches ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts, then suck the di*k
Gets the f*ck out after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
I used to know a b*tch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f*ck the hoes at night
Tighter than a motherf*cker with the gangster beats
And we was ballin' on the motherf*ckin' Compton streets, peep
The sh*t got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my motherf*ckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a f*ck where the b*tch was at
But she was hangin' with a white b*tch, doin' the sh*t she do
Suckin' on his di*k just to get a buck or two
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suin' 'cause sh*t that she be doin' ain't sh*t
b*tch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to Daz
[Verse 2: Dat n*gga Daz & Snoop Dogg]
Now as I'm rollin' with my n*gga Dre and Eastwood
f*ckin' hoes, clockin' dough, up to no good
We flip-flop and serve hoes like flapjacks
(But we don't love them hoes) b*tch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in them hoes and grab the cash and get your dash on
While you're chillin' with your homies and sh*t
And how my n*ggas kick the anthem like this (Biatch)

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
b*tches ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts, then suck the di*k
Gets the f*ck out after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run

[Verse 3: Kurupt & Snoop Dogg]
To the store to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the streets to Long Beach
Just, so I could meet a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around, so I puts my gun up
b*tches on my nuts like clothes, hah
But I'm from Tha Pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a ho? (Why?) 'Cause a ho's a trick
I don't love them tricks (Why?) 'cause a trick's a b*tch
And my di*k's constantly in her mouth
Turnin' them trick-ass hoes the f*ck out now
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
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*cker, lickin' 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 figured n*ggas wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one-time
I'm back to the motherf*ckin' county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail
Uh, I gets released on a hot sunny day
My n*gga D.O.C. and my homie Dr. Dre
Scoop in a coupe, "Snoop, we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues"
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some motherf*ckin' chin-checkin'
Move up the blocks as we groove up the block
See my girl's house, "Dre, pass the Glock"
Kick in the door, I look on the floor
It's my lil' cousin Daz and he's f*ckin' my ho, yo
(b*tches ain't sh*t) I un-c*ck my sh*t
I'm heartbroke but I'm still loc'ed, man, f*ck a b*tch

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
b*tches ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts, then suck the di*k
Gets the f*ck out after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
b*tches ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the di*k
Gets the f*ck out after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
b*tches ain't sh*t
[Verse 5: Jewell & Dr Dre]
Ooh, yeah, oh-oh, yeah
I don't give a f*ck about a b*tch (b*tches ain't sh*t)
But I'll let her know that she can't fade this
'Cause I'm doin' my own thing (b*tches ain't sh*t)
Down with the swang (Sing to these hoes)
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thang
I say you know you can't deal (b*tches ain't sh*t, Death Row)
'Cause I'm a b*tch that's real
Motherf*ckers need to step back
Hell yeah, they need to chill (Tell these motherf*ckers)
Because I don't give a f*ck (b*tches ain't sh*t), and I don't give a f*ck
And I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck (Tell these motherf*ckers)
And now I gotta do some—
I gotta do some sh*t that's clean (b*tches ain't sh*t)
But when I'm on the di*k, hell yeah, I get real mean, hah
Like a washing machine, I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows that I'm on the floor, ho (b*tches ain't sh*t)
But they can't hang with my type of swang
I ain't tryna say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones with the tip of the tongue
And then they're sprung and with their nuts hung

[Outro: Dr Dre]
b*tches ain't sh*t
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