Hoe Don’t Violate lyrics

[Intro: Koopsta Knicca]
Yo, The Koopsta Knicca
Undaground Muzic Volume One
Comin' at yo ass

[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
Ho, don't violate, b*tch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak
Ho, don't violate, b*tch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak

[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]
Mane, Koop's just tryin' to have some
Hoes gon' get they head bump
Never tryin' to get nails done
f*ckin' like they broke or some
Mane, these hoes ain't innocent, breakin' in my residence
See you later, you's a hater, never will I miss you, b*tch
Man, I'm tryin' to set it straight, why you hoes be player hate?
Baby buy you, there's no way, we didn't even f*cked that day
Hey, remember, ask your sister, ahe can tell you all the sh*t
You was trippin', she was slippin', she suck di*k, that's evidence
Always Koopsta's in the mood, sit back, pop an 'X or two
Look at you, you do too, I can see the freak in you
Then you ask me why so right, ho
Why I commence to fight, ho?
'Cause b*tch, you disrespect me, ho
No trip to c*ck 'em up, hoes get chopped up right quick
'Cause Koopsta never love you, b*tch
I'll drop a match, just witness this
See I been lightin' it
[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
Ho, don't violate, b*tch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak
Ho, don't violate, b*tch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak

[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]
Mane, the Koop back up in this, weak ass rapper, that's no test
You make money, give her checks, I will mistreat that trick
Strictly pimpin', like supposed, keep that white sh*t up her nose
f*cked, then ho, just let her go
Then paid bills, kizzicked doors, ho, you know I ain't havin' it
Let me see you jiggle it
Sidewalk pimpin', bring that cash
Ho, where all that dough you spend?
sh*t you gon' get peter-rolled, f*ckin' get yo nizzeck broke
Will I kill you? I don't know, f*ckin' up my pot of gold
Beat her 'til she cataracts, plank some sh*t across her back
Sell your soul up on a track, don't come back to have my cash
Make it fast, in a dash, don't make me drop things on you
Damn, fool, The Koopsta Knicca blast, if I have to
di*kie Denim black shirt, a stock 'n cap, I'm ready to go to work
TEC-9, chrome tone, pointed to your f*ckin' dome
Sawed-off gauge up your face, gone on a rampage
Get me money, get me paid, I may let you live today
[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
Ho, don't violate, b*tch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak
Ho, don't violate, b*tch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak
Ho, don't violate, b*tch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak
Ho, don't violate, b*tch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak

[Skit from "The Dozens"]