Ugly b*tches (LP Version) [Explicit] lyrics

A b*tch is a b*tch and we all know
That a ho is a ho wit a toe-up sl*t so
If you're gotta have em, might as well be a fine one
But it seems that some n*ggas can't seem to find one
So they go and get a b*tch that's lookin like Trixie
And Hekkyl & Jekkyl wit some saggy ass titties
A big fat flagrant hoodrat hooker
And the n*gga got the nerve to pretend she's a hooker
Sportin that down from your arm like a Simpson
Talk about b*tches that you wish you was pimpin
Come around the homies and you swear that she's playin
But everytime I see her, you're beggin
Go get you a girl that got somethin goin
Get rid of that b*tch that's lookin like a dragon
Now you wanna fight cos you're baggin on your Mrs
But that's what'cha get when you f*ck with ugly b*tches

When I was young I used to have fun
f*ckin with ugly b*tches
But now that I'm grown I leave em alone
Cos I went from rags to riches

They say 'beauty is skin deep' but goddamn weeded b*tch
Look like buckwheat mixed with opi
Toe up, toe up, straight from the floor
And her bad ass breath is about to make me throw up
n*ggas started dissin and you blamed it on the gin
But the very next day you was with the b*tch again
Now your ass is gettin clowned like Bozo
But that's what you get for f*ckin with that ugly ho
I don't know what possessed you, n*gga
Stand that hooker in front of a trigger
Spendin your time with a big goony-goo-goo
To n*ggas like you I gotta say "Choo choo"
Dig a ditch down in desperation
Send that monster on a permanent vacation
The girl is chop-top, but you don't listen
Cos some n*ggas like f*ckin with ugly b*tches
When I was young I used to have fun
f*ckin with ugly b*tches
But now that I'm grown I leave em alone
Cos I went from rags to riches

Aw sh*t, there go my n*gga pretendin he don't see me
Talkin with a b*tch that look like a flea G
Holdin her hand as he walks thru the plaza
I try to play it off but I couldn't hold my laughter
The girl is done so take her ass off the oven
Put her on a BOOM and send her back to the covent
Cookin up a plan in a big, black cauldron
And the dumb ass n*gga don't know that he's fallin
Into a trap cos now the whore is pregnant
9 months later and she's squirted on an insect
He don't wanna claim it, she went and got a test
Now he's sendin child support in a big fat cheque
My n*gga got depressed and he started drinkin liquor
One night he got drunk, went to her house and killed her
Riches to rags and rags to riches
But that's what'cha get when you f*ck with ugly b*tches

When I was young I used to have fun
f*ckin with ugly b*tches
It seems that it's sad for this pus*y I had
Came from some ugly b*tches
When I was young I used to have fun
f*ckin with ugly b*tches
It seems kinda sad cos this pus*y I had
Came from some ugly b*tches
So you mean to tell me you f*ckin with a bald-headed, ol' fat, lumpy
Droopy, crack baby look-a-like, cisco drinkin, loud, ignorant, f*cked-up
Teeth, stank hoodrat, won't down, once-a-month bleedin, butthead swap-meet
AFDC, leaned-over tennis shoe, cigarette butt baggin b*tch? n*gga what's
Wrong wit you?
(That's alright. She take care of a n*gga though, that's all I know n*gga
That's OK yeah, that's OK n*gga)