Fat Joe Nasty Hoes Lyrics

Nasty Hoes Lyrics

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Hey brown suga, you know my name

No need to front, if the thought's the same

I got one night in town don't play no games

Let's get it on no need for shame

(repeat 2X)



Verse One: Sadat X



The X is like a monument, I'm old New York

I hope you know where I'm comin from

You got to take some, and then you leave some

Good food, shoes and clothes

Stay away from the nasty hoes

Your old pops he don't like my style

He resort to callin names as long as names stay names and no games

I resist the urge to blast his old ass to flames

A long hot summer, with no contract

One-twenty blocks, breakin open that pack

Your role models, now down with the bottles

That's over near the store with the reinforced door

and the breakaway for a pitbull named Thor, hah

For real Slim, for real cause I can't stress no ass

Cause it's, one where you came from, just like the same one

That was there yesterday, today, tomorrow

Assembly car lines, line em up from behind

Sick that ass like a cactus, react to this dick, uh!

Helmet wrapped tight sees no daylight

I roll two-ply duke and that's a must

Picture me knockin off shorty here with the rawness

A year or two later got ta hear it

And ain't got long to live, and ain't got long to live



Good lovin, food and clothes

Stay away from the nasty hoes

(repeat 2X)

Just live, and let live... niggaz, live, and let live



Verse Two: Fat Joe



Welcome to the world of AIDS is what she wrote

on the mirror with the red lipstick before I woke

Who would ever think that this would happen to me

Bitch hit me off with HIV, purposely

Met her at the club, think it was the Copa

Scopin out her thighs and, sizin up her chocha

Seductive red dress, lookin Halle Barry-ious

What's your name Miss?  "Sixty-Nine"  Nice alias

Next thing you know, face up the asshole

Tongue on the clit, chick screamin "Ay Fat Joe!"

Didn't have to taste her, but the puss was callin me

Think that I should lace her "Nah it's much safer orally"

The moral to the story is the mustard's all around

So boricuas watch to see that you can catch it goin downtown

Practice safe sex never flex unprotect

I ain't really got AIDS, it's just a motherfuckin record



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