These Hoes lyrics

[Hook: Lord Infamous] x2
Like my n*gga Chuck say, yo, and I quote
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Infamous, when I'm approachin' a b*tch
I don't come at that ho with no chivalry
I'm having that b*tch going off and damn
Must a b*tch have all my dough on delivery?
Might as well get the sh*t out of your head
No escape, you can't get yourself rid of this G
So walk yo' ass on down that boulevard, b*tch
And don't come back unless you got all of my cheese
I will pull out this damn .44 mag
And I will give your f*ckin' head injury
Ho, I must tell ya, I won't lose no damn sleep
After givin' yo' head a crease
Keyser Soze is a savage, hell no man
I'm more like a rabbit, this African beast
And when I start grippin' this f*ckin' MAC-90
I will leave your body damn scattered in pieces

[Hook: Lord Infamous] x2
Like my n*gga Chuck say, yo, and I quote
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes
[Verse 2: La Chat]
These n*ggas think they pimpin' but really, they be the b*tches
Won't you tell the truth? You and your friend is on my trick list
Chat, I be the pimp, I be the mack, all that
I be the b*tch you buyin' them Lacs
Be that b*tch you brang them stacks, yeah
And I don't love you boy, you already know the business
I barely like you but I love your finger-lickin'
Yeah, you the baller type, you wanna make a b*tch a wife
You ain't my type, I give you a night, that's if you payin' right
Your credit card the only thing that makes my nipple hard
I swear you rather catch a charge before you let me charge
Cause I'm a dirty b*tch, f*ck that sh*t, might charge the trick
And, if his b*tch ass wanna f*ck, then charge his ass to jack his di*k
See, I get paper from these n*ggas on a daily basis
And I'on't f*ck 'em but I'm quick to ride these n*ggas' faces
La Chat that b*tch, I know you heard of me, lame
I'm acceptin' applications, won't you come be my mane?

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
To say the least
I'm showin' a once-a-month bleedin' b*tch no sympathy
Turn her upside down and shake it up till it all is empty
Scarecrow can show you no pity, punk-b*tch
I want your punk ass pantyless
Murderous Memphis maniac
And I love to take hoes' innocence
Bounce some pimpin' on some gangsta sh*t
What's a relationship?
Send a b*tch across the country
To bring back my f*ckin' grip
I can give a f*ck about your sad ass puppy dog eyes
b*tch, you better get somewhere
And open up your f*ckin' thighs
[Hook: Lord Infamous] x2
Like my n*gga Chuck say, yo, and I quote
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes