(feat. 7th Ambassador) 



[Intro: Hell Razah] 

Yeah, G's up nigga, hoes down nigga 

Uh, yeah, g's up nigga, hoes down nigga 

You know how it is, she is connin' you 

Yeah, yeah, New York, California, wherever 

What the fuck is ya, H.B.D.? 



[Chorus: Hell Razah & 7th Ambassador] 

Chickens come, and chickens go 

We beat that pussy everytime we on the roll 

Ya need to stop, ho, protecting these hoes 

Just he I'm troopin, then, let the pussy go 

Cuz a ho could never ever be a housewife 

So don't try to do so 

You are better off livin' ya life 

On gettin' that dough 



[Hell Razah] 

She was ya main chick, the one you walked in the rain with 

The one you cooked up and chopped up ya cocaine with 

You depended on stickin' my dick up in the thong 

Could of been ya baby mom, if she didn't do wrong 

Started listenin' to snakes in the garden 

I beg ya pardon, had titties that'll triple the size of Dolly Parton 

Had the thuggish nigga broke and hardege, droolin' and starvin' 

Suckin' my dick while ya niggas was kissin' and slobbin' 

Batman and Robin, put her in a threesome, manage-a-trois 

She fuck niggas just to drive their car 

Bettin' that, smellin' like strawberries, the more the merry 

Even brought her best friend so I can bust her cherry 

They both came, baby oiled and ready 

Ass split like a machete, I had them tossed up in my telly 

She knew Dreddy and the rest of the Sunz 

Three o'clock, swallowed my cum, my frankfurter laid in her buns 

Industry chicks, who bone niggas only with whips 

Gettin' open off the karats that was lit on ya wrist 

Straight groupie, who love givin' rappers the coochie 

Wanna be in video scenes strippin' for more C.R.E.A.M. 



She addicted to the dick morphine, at eighteen 

This is for all the bitches and hoes who ain't queens 



[Hook x2: Hell Razah] 

Hit the road, bitch 

And gimme back all my dough, my dough, my dough 

Hit the road, bitch 

And gimme back all my dough 



[Hell Razah] 

I thought I told you, never trust a chick that hold you 

It be the money that you get that make them wanna bone you 

When you hit it good, they wanna own you 

Get ya address, ya age and ya phone mobile 

And don't know you, lookin' fuckable, but gullable 

Butt naked, and loveable 

Same chick I hit, son, I seen huggin' you 

Never trust no, chickens or hoes 

Trynna find out my beeper code so they can put me in the sleeper hold 

Gotta stay on my tippiest toes, a sweet rose'll 

Put ya in ya grave clothes, if you outta ya zone 

She be the same one that get ya dick up on the bones 

Sticks and stones keep ya waitin' for ya chick to come home 

+Where My Girls At?+ like 702 

You spend ya money on daily, but still givin' head to my crew 



[Chorus] 



[Outro: Hell Razah] 

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho 

My nigga Goldie, what what, Hell Razah 

Yeah, yeah, G's up nigga, hoes down nigga 

7th Ambassador, yeah, Baghdad, what 

Ah, yeah, that's how it go down 

Ghetto Government, ah