Dr Dre

Dr Dre - Housewife lyrics

Chorus: Kurupt

Now this this is one of them occasions

where the homies not doin it right

I mean he found him a hoe that he like

But you can`t make a hoe a housewife

And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end

a bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man`s best friend

So what you found you a hoe that you like

But you can`t make a hoe a housewife (wife)

[Dr. Dre]

I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip

Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip

(Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guilty

You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy

She on the dillzy, I take advantage

All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin Spanish

I`m mannish - get yo` nails out my back

Slut I`m bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo` cat

Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude

Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes

Dollar signs are folded, I can`t control it

Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded

She sweatin me, won`t let me, broad turned fraud

Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh

Man it`s a trip I don`t trip I`m in yo` Lexus flexin

I left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-out

Chorus

[Hittman]

Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like Bunny

Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Norstrom sales with abortion money

I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her

Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe`s erotica

Exotic - she`s psychotic, rockin his Nautica

Soon he`ll need antibiotics (sucka bitch)

Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody

You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?"

Fool I pity ya

We live in the city off, ballers

with more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya

Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her

to the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like, Rico

That`s when I caught a Vision like Coleco

A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough

Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and Pico

[Kurupt]

At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?)

I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we`ll fuck her friends

I said I dip, dive, what can I say?

Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O.J.

Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip

And bitches ain`t shit but hoes and tricks

I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes

I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes

Lil` Almond Joy, I truly enjoy

if you blew my balls, right through my drawers

Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot

From the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lot

I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters

The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin

Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh)

Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz

Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate

Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak

That ain`t shit new, I thought you knew (what?)

I knew you would, you wish you could

break a G down, break me down

But I`ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. style

Chorus

{*door slams*}

[D.O.C.]

Lil` 1/2 Dead

[1/2 Dead??]

Lil` 1/2 Dead the money jumped out to say

ol` Snoop Dogg on the look out boy?

[D.O.C.]

Yeahhh

[some hoe]

He gotta be MORE than 1/2 Dead

if he don`t fill my motherfuckin drink up!

[1/2 Dead??]

Or fill your motherfuckin mouth up

[D.O.C.]

Ahhhhhh-HAHAhahahahAHAHH

[some hoe]

I don`t think so!!

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