Hoe Games Lyrics by Master P

Hoe Games Lyrics

    [master p]
    Hoe games, hoe games
    Suckers with no game
    Hate to see a young g stack a mil man

    [master p]
    It could be your best friend your row dawg, your homies, your partners
    Niggaz that talk shit if the shoe fits i got ya
    Buster you know i cant trust ya
    If you was a bitch you know i cant trust ya
    Suckers tried to play the p like a fuckin clucker
    When im the dopeman go ask your brother
    Ask st. charles hot to be bald
    Suckers wanna talk shit like little kids in the school halls
    Gold thangs rollin sittin on lorenzo
    Bitches didnt wanna ride when the p was in the pinto
    Now i got a lexus, took a trip to texas
    The p done went big time and fools wanna wreck this
    Its all legit, no limit makes the hits
    But suckers wanna talk shit why, because im rich

    [chorus]
    Players hate to see a player make a mil man
    If you ask me that aint nothin but some hoe games

    Hoe games, hoe games
    Suckers with no game
    Hate to see a young g stack a mil man

    [silkk]
    Niggaz play hoe and get fucked
    If hoes wanna play niggaz hoes will get fucked up
    Fool kinda mad cause i puts in work
    I cock my chop jump out my drop and wipe off that smirk
    Now niggaz wanna play games
    Bitch im quick to get em up fuck rap and fame
    Still that g silkk riding on them thangs
    Roll up a swish park my shit then hang
    Nigga im always strapped, hoe i never skinny dip
    And for them hoes a trizzo and for the niggaz a hollowtip
    Hate to see me clock a grip
    Hate to see me get rich
    Hate to see me pull a hoe
    Hate to see me pull this bitch
    Player haters need to keep them games in the arcade
    If i put a quarter abd a slug up in your ass you gon get played
    A g to a g i mean a g to a hoe
    And you can come up to me in the 94'
    And get some more game and throw away the hoe shit
    And leave them hoe games to a hoe bitch

    [chorus]

    [king george]
    Niggaz talk shit behind my back like hoes
    Smile in my face up frony mout clothes
    Now its time to stop ya, here for the drappers
    911 only hoes got ya
    Prepare for the battle, you get streched out
    I wont let it rest til its wire in your mouth
    You know who you are i wont say no
    Names in vain cease with hoe games

    [chorus]

    [c-murder]
    Now im trying to go legit and stick with this rap shit
    I see more and more niggaz get they wig plit
    I got cash but i aint got no fucking pity nad smoke your ass
    And move to another city brown nose bitches stay the
    Fuck out my face how you wanna take, take your ass
    To the record store jealous motherfuckers
    Running they mouth getting they nuts off
    I cant wait to catch your ass with my sawdoff
    Take this advice before you talk behind my back
    Cause playing hoe games might get your cranium cracked

    [chorus]

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