Let the Ho's Go
Album: Naughty by Nature
Release Date: 9/3/91
Label: Tommy Boy
Explicit version of "Let the Ho's Go" lyrics
Bass me face me task the tip of a tasty
B****** are sweet as a pastry
You don't know me homey from a peach or a pony
I'm the only now your lyrics look lonely
Lyrically fortified born I'm immortalized
Lightin' s*** up from Wranglers to raw hides
Packed with black positivity and wizardry
I'm my own body and it built for partyin'
I rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap
The Lords abroad and I represent that ass dat
Shows seniority
Bolos and donuts
Keep the faith tastin'
Keep your face way away from the rough stuff
If it ain't rough it ain't rugged
Either you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded
From the intro to end I will flow
And also
Ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho
Ho
Ho
Meet my friend Mac 10
Thirsty for action
Smoke 'em up shall I or should I? I'm sure to give it a good try
No need for a survival kit
They've all been blown into dustbins
Floatin' in space
Part of the start is the end of any identity
Lost in the source
East
You'll bite as my chew
Actin' is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard
I got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back
I rap like I'm the tops
It's my way on a highway
'cos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin' a contact lens
Let the ho's go
Ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho
Ho
Ho
You say you're hittin' hard
I grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten
I'm gettin' grand and greater
He gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader
You lookin' moonstruck
Then sayin' "Sorry" like I really give a mother f***
You're little late
A sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya
At anytime
I got a double-barreled pump that's sayin'
Then I'ma dash in a flash
'Cos I have one for this robbery and many others
Another gangster
Droppin' you and gettin' mad if you don't say
The clip clockin' killers
I gotta clutch
So don't try to hide or apologize
Apologies and go meet a French eyes is wise
So if you know what I mean and have a hop block
And never ever seen a day when the money stops
You gotta put up your fists
Ain't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go
Ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho
Ho
Ho
Competition on canvas
Throw a watch at me without it being f***** hung
Give it a new style
Should've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning
I let her see the white sheet hit the concrete
And see that head go off and down from a thousand feet
'Cos the brother's around me don't even play all that
They see a sheet and a cross
Hollow wind in Ill town and don't you be a ghost
'Cos you get your broke or even worst smoked
Now this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold
But it had to have the flow to let the ho's go
Ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho
Ho
Ho
Ho
Ho
Ho
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