Play That Hoe lyrics

[Intro]
"Play that f*ckin' ho!"
"Whose pus*y is this? Whose pus*y is this? Whose is it?"
"Whose pus*y is this? Whose pus*y is this?"
"This is yours, yours, yours"

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Excuse me, b*tch, I don’t mean to trouble you
Can you guess the beat? Yeah, it's EMW
The Inner City Posse's gettin’ f*cked up
It's the Faygo and the OE gettin' sucked up
b*tches puttin' me in a bad mood
'Cause I was itchin' on my nuts and her sayin' that it's rude
The ho said "That’s disgusting, J"
Don’t worry about it, b*tch, 'cause you’ll be sucking on 'em anyway
Mind your own, sewer freaks
She stormin' out the house mad, and I'm starin’ at their buttcheek
When a b*tch lets everyone hit it in the butt
She's always comin' back with a fat gut
She's showin' pictures, and then nothing was said
They all know it's mine 'cause the baby had a big forehead
I ain't no kind of daddy, ho
I'll be fillin' up its bottle with Faygo
You better get an abortion, no f*ckin' doubt
Or I'ma reach down your throat and pull the mother f*cker out
She's b*tchin' and b*tchin', but I ignore it
And then she gonna ask me to f*ckin' pay for it
I gave the ho an empty twelve-pack
Take your ass to the store and take a two-liter back
That's all I'll pay for, b*tch, now get the f*ck on, ho
Stick around, I got something you can suck on, yo
[Sampled]
"Whose pus*y is this? Whose pus*y is this? Whose is it?"
"Whose pus*y is this? Whose pus*y is this?"
"This is yours, yours, yours"

[Verse 2: Violent J]
Rollin' down West Vernor, it's the same
I'm gettin' sick of seein' [?]'s God damn name
Spray painted on the walls all around you
It's a damn shame that the deadly doughnuts never found you
Latin Counts, Young Gun, and X-Men
The Cobra's will bring they ninety-eights down to ten
Yet the second the ICP shows they face
Billy clubs and handcuffs all over the place
Runnin' from the [?] through the alleyway
They can't catch Violent crazy-ass motherf*ckin' J
But I guess I wasn't so crazy this time
'Cause now I'm chillin' in the back of car forty-nine
Sittin' in a bull pin, I heard a switch
I looked up, and the cop was a f*ckin' b*tch
I jumped up and quickly started frontin'
I said, "Baby, we can go out for doughnuts or somethin'"
She brought my [?] juice
If I could only get this b*tch to cut me loose
She snuck in one night, and we started to rub
Next thing I know, I was f*ckin' her with my billy club
I was out the next day, I called her on the phone
She said, "Hello, Joe," I said, "b*tch, f*ck on"
I'm a free man now, so f*ck you, ho
That's why I tried to tell you so, yo
[Sampled]
"Whose pus*y is this? Whose pus*y is this? Whose is it?"
"Whose pus*y is this? Whose pus*y is this?"
"This is yours, yours, yours"

[Verse 3: Violent J]
I'm a mack daddy, ho, there's no stoppin' me
I'm playin' b*tches like a motherf*ckin' game of Monopoly
Take a look at my boy Nate the Mack
By the time he was twelve, he had your mother on her back
When you were growin' up thinkin' love notes'll get her
I was at home f*ckin' my babysitter
b*tch buy me a slice at Little Caesar's
You b*tches, hoes, sl*ts, and skeezers
Hit it, quit it, and get away wit' it
You'd like it too, b*tch, so why don't you f*ckin' admit it
I forgot your name, so I'ma call you ho
When I snap, you'll answer to your uncle Joe
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
You're hangin' on my di*k 'cause I can make you rich
Yeah, okay, you can stay then at night
In the back, with the rest of them sewer rats
Well, you know we'll f*ck in my bed, of course
But then I'll keep you in the back like a f*ckin' horse
I'm finna head to the Faygo sto'
But remember, homie, you gotta play that ho
[Sampled]
"Whose pus*y is this? Whose pus*y is this? Whose is it?"
"Whose pus*y is this? Whose pus*y is this?"
"This is yours, yours, yours"
"You b*tch! Ain't that right, ghetto style?"
"Yeah"