Текст песни Mac Mall - I Keep Hoes Broke *
Mac Mall - I Keep Hoes Broke * слова песни
* based on Eric B. & Rakim`s "I Ain`t No Joke"[ VERSE 1: Mac Mall ]I keep hoes broke, you`ll never see me crack a jokeI go gorilla on a bitch, I bet she have my doughWhen I`m on ring the alarm, we breakin em tricksYou can`t hate it or debate it, square, straight pimp shitI like to stand in a club, the spot where the strippers danceGettin money and the Mall can`t understandI`m just a mack with a pimpin influence100 carat mouthpiece, I gotta use itNow she can be your sister or your baby momI take a bitch in and bring her out live hoe formI lace a hooker with ingredients, every hoe you see me withSlave for conversation, Mac Mall could never be a simpHookers is wild and they need to be tamedI treat em like a child, give em new hoe namesShe`s on the winning team gettin that currencyBut she get bust in the dome she hold out on meShe`s schemin, breakin all the pimp/hoe lawsYou must be dreamin thinkin that the money was yoursNow as I stand over ya, look in your face, you seem slowRemember me, the one you got the good game from?And shit gon` get rougher, it`s sho nuff tougherThe bitch start to stutter, I slap her with anotherMackin, that`s all I know, that`s how I rollI go loco for c-notes, nigga, I keep hoes broke[ VERSE 2: Mac Mall ]I got a question: can the vice or the punk policeStop a Mac from gettin all my cheese?Ridin in a Cadillac, and no, I ain`t smilinI`m tryin to touch enough to buy me an islandA chickenhead need a real mack in her lifeShe know them L7 niggas just ain`t her typeThat`s when I get that bitch, give her wigs and lipstickGet the style down pat, now it`s time for a tripSaid her man was a bore, pussy-whipped to the coreAnd now he jealous because he couldn`t make you his whoreA M-a-c, baby, don`t even try to beWhen you come up and speak, don`t even lie to meYou like to try to infiltrate, talk shit and pimpetrateThen turn it all around and try to player-hateMe, but if you try to step to a geeI hit you with the AR-15I`m callin you a new jack, a pooh put, a dirty mackComin at me wrong, you get your cap moved backSucker, I keep it movin, gettin loot andSuckers make me mad, nigga, fuck you andYour off-brand lame game, all y`all small changeAnd I`m that nigga, Mac from the Greater BaySucker, you need to let that go fo shoYou can get a smack for this, nigga, I keep hoes broke[ VERSE 3: Mac Mall ]I give a loose hoe laws like a judgePut her on a corner and she bet` not budgeNo need for hesitation, save the drag for a trickAnd bring me back g stacks, little lame-ass bitchSuckers way wild, this ain`t a freestyle, there`s a fee to seeSo kick end and come off the currencyBig bread, large loot by the lump sumsC-notes, homie, ain`t nothin like pimpinBefore you know it I was sellin hoes dreams andBoss-mackin felines, all about my cream andWhores, I got em poppin pussy for the cheddarGot me mackin through busted bad weatherNever faded by the lame folks or the hatersAbout a bitch, I rather send her than save herCutthroat, bossin up for the doughAnd when I`m gone, the whole world of tricks`ll be brokeSo ask Rally Ral we on the pimpish tipPlay with mine and girl, you gon` get clippedI even pimp-walk straight through hellJust to bust your dome, if you don`t have my mailBitch, I`m on some Crestside mob shitAnd when it all go down, fo sho we bomb shitGame is cold and my mackin is strongSo you squares know why I keep my paper longAnd hoes broke