Dj Clue Fuck A Bitch Lyrics

Fuck A Bitch Lyrics

f/ Kurupt, Snoop Dogg







West west yall. 



William Holla with the S yall. Yall know what time it is. 



Woof! Can't spell the west without the "es." 



DJ Clue. Beyotch! Kurupt!







[Snoop]



I fall off into a party with a drink in my hand



Rocawear pants, but I ain't come here to dance



By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?



Tell him I'm lookin' for him (What's yo' name?) Big Snoop



I'm in the big Coupe, I got that whoop whoop



I'm tryin' to get a chicken, I got that big loot



Let me slide to the hoop, regroup, and come through



I'll bag it up, and serve you and you too



I throw strikes like Andy Petitte and Roger Clemens



Pitch a shut-out, the whole 9 innings



The bulletproof 'Lac with the windows tinted?



You mean the one with the pretty bitches sittin in it?



Please believe it, we gon' represent it



And we gon' bend it and dent it



Fuck what it cost, we gon' spend it



Buy it, never rent it



Now when you suckin my dick, baby girl put yo' face in it



Get it get it girl (get it girl), make yo' head swirl



Get it get it (get it girl), make my toes curl



And get it get it, go on girl, it's a crazy mixed up doggy dogg world







[Chorus]



And I know that you really can't believe what ya hear and ya see



Just put ya hands up and repeat after me



Get yo' money, fuck a bitch...and blow a gang of weed



And I know that you probably never thought that you could see a true G



A nigga like the D-O-double Gizzy



But like I said, get yo' money, fuck a bitch, and blow a gang of weed







[Kurupt]



Yeah, yall the type of suckers we straight through



When we skate through, with DJ Clue



Hoes gobble on something, swallow on something



Throwin' hollows like football passes and football practice



Off that dodo, look at the shine comin' off that fo' fo'



I want the ki's, the trees, the ice, and the g's



What's yours is mines, but you already know though



I'm young gotti desodo



Let's see how long a body can flow fo'



I got my Rocawear leather on, on swoop nigga



You know Damien and Jigga laced me and Snoop nigga



Them my motherfuckin' homeboys



See Beanie's from my hometown Memphis with the full pound



Tucked in Amil purse, all you bitches hatin' get a deal first



It's hard work, raise off the homegirl bitches







Chorus







Yeah, you know how we do. 



Big Snoop Dogg, Kurupt Young Gotti. 



Rockin these niggas. Rocafella, what?!? Fuckers! 



Iceberg Slimmin' on these hoes. Doin it big.



Aight aight, I'ma take me a trip to Marcy, go fuck with my OG's. 



And fuck you bitches and you bitch ass niggas. 



We ain't fuckin' with none of you suckas in 2001. 



On to the rest, you bitches.