Dr. Dre | Lyrics | B****** Ain't S***

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  • Song Name: B****** Ain't S***
  • Artist Name: Dr. Dre
  • Album: Chronicles: Death Row Classics
  • Songwriters: Andre R Young, Colin Wolfe, Cordozar Broadus, Dajuan L Walker, Delmar Arnaud, Jonathan H Smith, Nathaniel D Hale, Ricardo Brown, Tenaia Sanders, Tracy Curry
  • Release Date: 2006.06.27
  • Label: Death Row

LYRICS FOR "B****** Ain't S***"

B****** ain't s*** but hoes and tricks

B****** ain't s*** but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the f*** out after you're done
And I hops in my [Incomprehensible] to make a quick run

B****** ain't s*** but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the f*** out after you're done
And I hops in my [Incomprehensible] to make a quick run

I used to know a b**** named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f*** the hoes at night
Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets

Peep, the s*** got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a f*** where the b**** was at

But she was hangin' with a white b**** doin' the s*** she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing 'cuz the s*** she be doin' ain't s***

B**** can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to Daz

Now, as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood
F*****' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
But we don't love them hoes, b**** and it's like that

This is what you look for in a hoe who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin', with your homies and s***
And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this, beyach

B****** ain't s*** but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the f*** out after you're done
And I hops in my [Incomprehensible] to make a quick run

To the store, to get me a 4 0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged that must mean more hoes
So I head down the street to long beach
Just so I could meet, a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet

And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
B****** on my nuts like clothes
But I'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes

How could you trust a hoe?
'Cuz a hoe's a trick
I don't love them tricks
'Cuz a trick's a b****
And my dick's constantly in her mouth
Turnin' them trick ass hoes the f*** out now

I once had a b**** named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a muthafucka lickin' the protung

The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time

I'm back to the muthafuckin' county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre

Scooped in a coupe, Snoop, we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some muthafuckin' chin checkin'

Move up the block as we groove down the block
See, my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's f*****' my hoe, yo

(B****** ain't s***)
I uncocked my s***, I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, f*** a b****

B****** ain't s*** but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the f*** out after you're done
And I hops in my [Incomprehensible] to make a quick run

B****** ain't s*** but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the f*** out after you're done
And I hops in my [Incomprehensible] to make a quick run

(B****** ain't s***)
I don't give a f*** about a b****
(B****** ain't s***)
But I and her know that they can't fade this

'Cuz I'm doin' my own thing
(B****** ain't s***)
Down with the swang
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing

I say you know can't deal
(B****** ain't s***)
'Cuz I'm a b**** that's real
M*********** need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill

Because I don't give a f***
(B****** ain't s***)
And I don't give a f***
And I don't give a f***
I don't give a f***

And now I gotta do some
I gotta do some s*** that's clean
(B****** ain't s***)
But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That I'm on the flo' ho

But they can't hang with my type on swang
(B****** ain't s***)
I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
With the tip of the tongue
And then their sprung
With the nuts hung
(B****** ain't s***)

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