Letra de Hoe Don't Violate (Ghetto)
Yo, The Koopsta Knicca Undaground Muzic Volume One Comin' at yo aaaassHoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yacMane Koop's just tryin' to have some Hoes gon' get they head bump Never tryin' to get nails done Fuckin' like they broke or some Mane these hoes ain't innocent Breakin' in my residence See you later, you's a hater Never will I miss you bitch Man I'm tryin' to set it straight Why you hoes be playa hate? Baby buy you there's no way We didn't even fucked that day Hey remember, ask yo sister She can tell you all the shit You was trippin', she was slippin' She suck dick, that's evidence Always Koopsta's in the mood Sit back, poppin' X or two Look at you, you do too I can see the freak in you Then you ask me why so (?) hoe Why I commence to fight hoe? Cause bitch you disrespect me hoe No trip to cock 'em up Hoes get chopped up right quick Cause Koopsta never love ya, bitch I (?) witness this See I been lightin' itHoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yacMane the Koop back up in this Weak ass rapper that's no test You make money, give her checks I will mistreat that trick Strictly pimpin', like supposed Keep that white shit up her nose Fucked then hoe just let her go Then paid bills, k-izz-icked doors Hoe you know I ain't havin' it Let me see you jiggle it Sidewalk pimpin' bring that cash Hoe where all that dough you spend? Shit you gon' get peter-rolled Fuckin' get yo n-izz-eck broke Will I kill you? I don't know Fuckin' up my pot of gold Beat her 'til she cataracts Plank some shit across her back Sell your soul up on a track Don't come back to have my cash Make it fast, in a dash Don't make me drop things on you Damn fool The Koopsta Knicca blast if I have to Dickie Denims, black shirt A stock 'n cap, I'm ready to go to work Tec 9, chrome tone Pointed to your fuckin' dome Sawed off gauge up your face Gone on a rampage Get me money, get me paid I may let you live todayHoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac