Puttin Hoez On Da House lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Now it's time for some true boss players to jump off on this sh*t
The n*gga that's puttin' the hoes in the house then makin' 'em chew the whole crew di*k
It's DJ Paul, the motherf*ckin' Killaman
Enter the room, blow a junt, my b*tch got my di*k in her hand
Fizzinna chew, where's the rest of my crew she gotta do?
What she gotta do, if I get my di*k sucked, they gotta get their's sucked, too
The six double six Mafia makin' these hoes do some freaky sh*t
Stick the di*k in your mouth, take it out, and take a lick
Every ho is a b*tch and every b*tch is a ho
They gettin' turned out, we puttin' these hoes on the house

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Well I guess all you n*ggas be knowin' that some of these b*tches, they all kinda filthy
Lord Infamous, I'm rubbin' the lube so I'm down with the silky
Light skin, roll down on my di*k before I start to penetrate and break a b*tch in, I gotta have it, for Heaven's sake
Scarecrow, I love the groupie b*tches on me jock-uh, I be, I-I be, a, be a, biggity booty rocker
I want you super thick ass b*tches that stands out
Lord Infamous, I'm urgently puttin' the hoes on the house

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Ridin' in the park on a Sunday afternoon
I know well there's a card game, and I'm goin' soon
Sooner or later, I'll get this beep from these Frayser green rock freaks
Heat the grill up for the barbeque, they got the weed, so I'll bring the brew
You should know weed brings it alive, I never smoke weed, but I'll drink four-five
High as hell is how they gonna be
Two are nineteen and the other's twenty-three
Me and 'cy know how to run this, him and me f*ckin' three b*tches
Which is done easy with the hook up, hoes get sleazy when they f*cked up
But, a real n*ggas gonna turn it out, by callin' up my nigs, and puttin' them hoes on the house
[Verse 4: S.O.G.]
Me, I'm the S.O.G., I'm puttin' hoes on the house
A bonafide player from the Grove and I got clout
b*tches run up to me, I'm takin' 'em to the Honeycomb Hideout, hit it from the back with her face down
Doggin' them stupid b*tches, then bring in my roadies, mane
They all drop down they pants, we all finna run a train
The b*tches was fine as hell, thick, and kinda stout
This is the Sawed Off, puttin' hoes on the house

[Verse 5: D.O.N.]
D-O-N is droppin' this sh*t up on you hoes, if their ass is lookin' stout, then you got to touch yo toes
'Cause I'ma be real, 'cause this pimpin' sh*t is in me
n*ggas butt naked, lined up, gonna bend the
b*tch with the junk in her motherf*ckin' trunk
And when we get through, yo, we got's to blaze them blunts
Just to maintain, the game of some G's
Sharin' plenty b*tches but we still gettin' that cheese
Drop to your knees, 'cause I'm fiendin' for the chewin'
No need to act sadity, 'cause we know just what you're doin'
And I'ma be pursuin', the tongue up on these nizzuts, suckin' 'til my di*k curls up like a cheese puff
I'm out to tame b*tches, then you know there's no doubt
A n*gga straight from the Grove, puttin' hoes on the house

[Verse 6: Lil Glock]
Pimp n*gga Lil' Glock lookin' for a ho
Spittin' game to a ho, so, bet she wanna go
Lookin' for the chewin', get that b*tch so hot
Blow bud, drink Yak, you n*ggas know I got that b*tch to come with me to the f*ckin' cut
Me, S.O.G., and the n*ggas runnin' in her guts
After we chief that b*tch, the chickens in the mouth, real n*ggas doin' sh*t, puttin' hoes on the house