Somethin` 4 You Raggedy Ho`s Lyrics

Somethin` 4 You Raggedy Ho`s lyrics

f/ Bustdown



* corrections DIRECT to the typist



Verse 1:  JT Money



Uh, a-1-2-1-2, check it out, on the mic, we got tonight,

check it out, Madd Ball in the house, a-come on, 

Bustdown's in the house tonight, a-come on, yours truly

JT in the house, come on, we got the whole PC in the 

house, come on, and we sendin' this one out to all, you,

stinkin', ass, motherfuckin'

Bitches, listen to this here, no time to be sincere

'Cause this just a diss here

My attitude toward bitches is rude

Don't wanna see 'em unless they're in the nude

So then it's off with the clothes

Now I'm a low-life, with no wife, you know how that shit goes

See, I expect a lil' somethin'

I hope you don't, 'cause hoe, You Gets Nothin'!

All I got is straight pipe, and back-bone

And when I'm finished, put your clothes on and go home

Hurry up and don't act like a deaf, toots

'Cause I'm quick to catch fists and throw left hooks

To the foreheads of all bitches

I just wanna hang around and pipe 'em, then I splak 'em down

It's just the game I play

I long-dick them hoes, and send 'em on they way

'Cause I'm a cold-hearted nigga with no feelings

For a bitch or a mutt, but I'm out for that butt

But I believe in safe sex

So pass the latex or gimme straight neck

See, I ain't tryin' to get burnt or stabbed

By a bitch with an itch, or a pussy like a campfire

See, I'm the motherfuckin' Woman-izer -

Oops, I mean Bitch-izer, plus I'm rich and wiser

But bitches don't look in my pocket

Could you let the cat out the bag and let me knock it?

Shit, just how the game's played

I lie to get down, bang the boots and get paid

'Cause see, that money gotta be right first

So bitch, get the rubbers, and I'll get your purse

Respect the game, that's how it goes

Lil' somethin' for ya raggly-ass hoes!



Yo Bustdown, whatcha gon' do with this, my nigga??



Verse 2:  Bustdown



You go jack be nimble, jack be quick

If you don't suck dick, trick-bitch, you ain't shit

See, I'ma hit you with the phrase that pays

5' 10", brown skin, with dick for days

To all you hoes, take a chill pill

'Cause I'm on the mic, gettin' hype with the real deal

I take a rhyme to the limit

I drink a 40, take the mic and diss a bitch in a minute

To all you ladies, I don't mean to insult ya

You feel dissed and you're pissed, and for that I can't fault ya

But see, I fell in love a couple of times

And all I got was cramps and a mind full of bitch-rhymes

They want a nigga livin' large

They wanna give you the pussy, a quick nut and a rape charge

I know they're nothin' but jail bait

But when I jump on stage, ?geronimo?, them hoes tailgate

But them hoes only get clowned

Straight-up dicked down, and then I skip town

That's why I need a for-real hoe 

'Cause I'll kick a weak freak to the curb with a steel-toe

And they'll break you if you let 'em, 

So I tell the truth about them hoes and I let Keith sweat 'em

So tell me, why should I slang like powder

When I cam run game on a bitch and talk her out her last dollar

See, I'm smooth like tile

I get buck wild, I even fuck wild

I play a nigga like the next man

Fuck his main bitch, and at the weddin', be the best man!



JT:  Yeah, it's like that and ya don't quit!

But check it out, I'm 'finna bust this ill shit!



Verse 3:  JT Money; Rasta verse: Madd Ball 



[JT Money]  JT, a nigga with dick to go 'round

            Slangin' pipe, dickin' all the hoes down

            Collect bitches by the dozen

            Fucked my own cousin, make a bitch leave her husband

            I put a bitch in the choke-hole

            I hate a broke hoe, so hit the door, hoe!

            I need a bitch with a nigga that's payin'

            So she could buy ME a place to stay in

            I can't be workin' for a livin'

            Bitch, I'm out to get, not to be givin'

            'Cause I'm a goddamn player

            I leave a bitch sprung out on me, after I lay ya

            And I'ma get the hoe' riches

            Madd Ball, kick somethin' for these raggedy-ass bitches!

[Madd Ball] I used to fuck Sheena, but now I'm fuckin' Jill

            Go a Red Lobster, made the bitch pay de bill

            Some a dem a (??) but everybody fi' just chill

            'Ja blood claat girl, watch de deal!

            Sho' nuff she givin' the head up at her will

            So never get pregnant just because (?) de pill

            Pass me a rubber let me show ya some skills

            (????????) the top like a windmill

            So everybody, everybody fi' just chill

            It's not my fault, bitch, ya know ya got bills

            (?????) pussy, girl, ya musta been ill

            Dis is the Posion Clan, girl, ya betta chill

            Muve ya blood claat, ya know how it go

            This one dedicate' to them raggedy-ass hoes!



Outro:  JT Money and Bustdown

[JT] True, somethin' for you raggedy bitches from my nigga, 

     Madd Ball, from me, JT Money the Bitch-izer, from my 

     nigga Bustdown, you know what I'm sayin'?

[BD] So yo, this is dedicated to all you raggly-ass hoes, and 

     to all you jealous-ass niggas, especially in New Orleans!