
Two Type of b*tches
by OutKast
[Bun B]
Well it's big Bun Beeda I built the track
With girls with tens and the b*tches back
It ain't nowhere fans a bunch with these sl*ts
Just shake your butts and bring back that stack (stack)
The mack is back and he's sittin on chrome
With a piece of chain or Herringbone or nugget (nugget)
That don't mean him a real live ho
You ain't ready to roll then go on then, f*ck it
Out them ducats, hoes better recognize
n*ggas better recollect, Bun finna regulate
I hit yo' town (what) find me a ho stroll
Leave that b*tch dry and head to another state (hold up)
Me and my brother can't wait when it come to the red
Cause we about that cash, cash
So if we can't convince ya we'll take your sister
Hit the highway and mash
[Hook: Bun B]
You got, b*tches that will and you got b*tches that won't
Man you got, b*tches that do and you got b*tches that don't
Man you got, b*tches that can and you got b*tches that cain't
You got b*tches that know they are and b*tches know that they ain't
No down b*tch
[Pimp C]
Some girls suck, some don't dare
Some girls f*ck, some don't care
I like the girl with the pus*y hair
My partner Mike Mo like the pus*y bare
Some girls scream, some girls moan
Swang Big di*k, swang Sweet Jones
Go and get the myth out the cobra head
Girl got down you n*ggas scared
I got a young yellow b*tch, I'mma sing it loud
With a four-inch corner of jet-mink hair
Between her legs is where it great
And get the money out the n*gga when she go on a date
I stay caked up, rocked up
Magnum rubbers stay socked up
I ain't tryin to get the wet di*k
Hold my good but she ain't that slick
I know you want this high-dollar c*m
b*tch know I got money, wanna get her some
b*tch you must, done lost your mind
The trick's n*ggas over there, you better get on the grind
[Hook]
[Dizzee Rascal]
b*tches not flexin ain't much good
I should and I would keep clear if I could
But when I do I just CAWN'T get away
Cause I gotta f*ck all day every day
That leaves me run loco for real
All these chickenheads lie about deal
Ain't gotta do it up to make me chill
Find a good spot on the floor and kneel!
Know that my heart's in between my fires
Though I can't take when they look in my eyes
Lookin for love that's no surprise
c*m in her mouth, that's family ties
Then I hit it from the back, all the way
Slap that back and just lock cross say
Not freeze out without no delay
Girls in the chat, I ain't got sh*t to say
[Hook]
[Pimpin Ken]
Yeah yeah, this is your mother f*cking boy Memphis, mother f*cking Pimpin Ken; know what I'm talking about? You got two types of hoes know what I'm talking about, you got classic cokes, you understand those my type of b*tches then you got the Pepsi generation. Those the new mother f*cking hoes around this, know what I'm talking about? You know what I'm saying, different strokes for different folks. Some like Pepsi some like coke, you know me I just like the new generation. I like to smash on the younger b*tches, you understand me. They're the ones who really want to get the cash for a PIMP knows what I'm talking about? You know, you got hookers and lookers know what I'm talking about? You got b*tches that go in the snake pit and really give a PIMP some sh*t; you know what I'm saying? Then you got them b*tches, understand me won't even pack they feet on the mother f*cking concrete, you know what I'm talking about? You see you got hoes, you understand me, they just dun make mistakes with Frostie flakes. Then you got hoes you understand that f*ck with real PIMPS know what I'm talking about? You got black hoes, you got white hoes know what I'm talking about? Black b*tches darker days, white b*tches lighter days know what I'm talking about? Yeah fo'real know what I'm talking about? Fo'real mu'f*ckin PIMP'in know what I'm talking about? You know me, like I told you n*ggas. One day I want mother f*cking, is the back walls that's gon' hold that 600 Benz up know what I'm talking about? Understand me Yeah but the black b*tch, understand me she can push the car, you know what I'm saying with me and that white hoe, you know what I'm talking about. Yeah man, I ain't tryna die on the black b*tches you understand me. I'll tell you one thing thou, understand me. The difference between a black b*tch and the white b*tch, understand me. The white b*tch is gon' get it, get it, get it. And the, and the black b*tch is gon'; not be with it, you know what I'm talking about. So man, you know what I'm talking about. This is the different kinda b*tches you got out here, you understand me. The PIMP tryna understand what gives for you, you know what I'm talking about? You got hoes, you understand me that just are, really mother f*cking hoes and you got hoes, really be and their mother f*cking tippy toes, you know what I'm talking about? You got hoes you understand me, understand me that get it real fast like they turban ass then you got hoes know what I'm talking about they lazy know what I'm talking about? But me? Myself I'm looking for a hoe that's famous like Amos get me, but only one thing, Amos bake cookies. Real hoes bake rookies know what I'm talking about? Yeah that's the kinda hoe I'm looking for know what I'm talking about? Believe that man know what I'm talking about? Different strokes for different folks. Some hoes just like Pepsi and hoes just like Coke, man know what I'm talking about? Yeah man you know I just like to make a reference man, let you n*ggas know man. Understand coke is for the classic n*ggas and Pepsi is for the new generation know what I'm talking about? I want young b*tches, something fine and qualified that wan be on Pimpin Ken's side know what I'm talking about? Yeah man I like the young and the restless baby, know what I'm talking about? You understand, I don't want no old b*tch. I want hoes with mother f*cking bank rolls know what I'm talking about? Yeah Pimpin, y'all can chop that up hoe y'all want too
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