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H. O. E. K. Lyrics - Mack 10 - Mack 10

Oh 

Shake your ass 

K-Dee bayby 

He's hard on his hoez 

 

This is H-O-E-Killa all day, thrilla 

Pussy thrilla come in smootha than a miller 

Genuine draft ben you in half 

Fishin' 'cause my mish in is to gettin' you and stab 

 

You with this ginsoo, then you ah see that I don't give a fuck 

I'm trip off them hoez that say they neva suck dick 

But I'm to slick I bet I make them switch 

Then you hear me scream, "Make the music with yo mouth bitch" 

 

I play 'em hard Bogard when I met 'em like Rochelle 

Ooh, suck dick so swell 

Yea, it don't stop jus, uh get it, get it 

Head down ass up so I can hit it, hit it 

 

Uh, it's on like that always look in fo some action 

Make in 'em neva breath again like that hoe name Toni Braxton 

Call me the boat knocka, I blast like banoka 

Oh my, I can't deny, I'm high off that chocolate 

 

Ty get my clown on daily 

Don't nutt in come free, see bitch this is K-Dee 

Still try in ta ban this skanless brotha 

Un nother claim inn true from the crew that unda cova 

 

Still Lench Mob in got ta let them bitches know 

Flow original, I got ta let my richies grow 

So check one, check two, test these nuts, uh 

I'm them guts of them hoez with the big butts 

 

I dig um, smack um, slap um, on the ass 

Out with a tank full of gas and a pocket full of cash 

I'm paid, in fact, I'm ah Mack with 10 

Times mo game, now tell me who you blame 

 

I'm a hoe killa 

I'm a hoe killa 

(H-O-E-K, all muthafuckin' day) 

 

I'm a hoe killa 

I'm a hoe killa 

(H-O-E-K, all muthafuckin' day) 

 

Mack 10, comin' straight outta plain Inglewood 

He got to ups on your hoez 

Uh, and you know that, and you know that 

 

I knew this girl name Wonda that drove a Honda wagon 

A bad ass bitch but always bragin' 

About this, that and the other 

It's like every nigga ballin' was her big brother 

 

She knew the 411 on everyone of them 

But swore up and down she wasn't fuckin' with none of them 

Had niggas on her like decals buyin' her jewels 

'Cause the ass was like booyah 

 

She was the perfect bitch 

Let her tell it but the hoe was full of so much bullshit, I could smell it 

And I could tell she was a no good ho 

'Cause she always want to meet the niggas that I know 

 

First Cube, K-Dee and I bet if you let me mention Pooh 

Then the bitch I'll get soken wet 

Wantin' to do it, just to say she done it 

Let him nut on her stomach 'cause he got a five hunit 

 

Benzo but you know how hos is 

They itchin' fo the chickens and the niggas in show biz 

With out the chips no dips or the hotteys 

But 10 I'll kick a bitch like he doin' karate 

 

In the body 'round house to the ribs with my gangsta boots 

Man, I brakes they ass off to the roots 

This H-O-E-K all muthafuckin' day 

And wouldn't have it no other way 

 

So lock the door, hit the floor 

And if you hear any noise 

You know, it's that nigga Mack 10 nuttin' up on a hoe 

 

I'm a hoe killa 

I'm a hoe killa 

(H-O-E-K, all muthafuckin' day) 

 

I'm a hoe killa 

I'm a hoe killa 

(H-O-E-K, all muthafuckin' day) 

 

H-O-E-K, all muthafuckin' day 

H-O-E-K, all muthafuckin' day 

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