I Don't Chase - Devin the Dude, Snoop Dogg, Tony Mack

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Bigg Snoop Dogg (Snoop Dogg…)

Devin The Dude

A lil sumn for the (something for the bitcheeez…)

For the who?

(For the bitches!)

For the bitches, yeah!

Oh, in case you don’t know

A yo Devin (aha?)

Sing it to em nephew, come on

(Aight, let me do it something like this)

I don’t chase bitches, bitches chase me

I don’t need to chase a ho, no no

I don’t chase bitches, bitches chase me

I don’t need to chase a ho, no no

I don’t chase bitches, I let these bitches chase me

They pop up at my shows, they know everywhere I be

Like Big Snoop, we got all your CDs

And we’ll do anything if you put us on your team

Well aight bitch, I sell a ho a quick dream

Then back on the road, so fresh so clean

Pimps up hoes down, nigga that’s the theme

And when they choose up, they get broke for everything

I ain’t mad at 'em, they just wanna be seen

Flossin witta boss a picture in the magazine (Cheese!)

The bitches all scream chasing down my limousine

And when I hit the hotel they waiting at the wind

My down South southern bitches out in New Orleans

I can’t forget my Texas bitches faded off that lean

I don’t chase bitches, these bitches chase me

For my playa partner rest in peace Pimp C

It’s like a 9 to 5, but I be high

I’m like the captain and my partner Curtis bout to come by

And beam me up, you don’t see me much

Cuz I be in top this better believe ho when up in ya

Sluts don’t get much, freaks I make 'em geek

Like dope fiends on this pipe, yep this meat

Hoes they want clothes and shit, expectin me to unfold it

Oh no no bitch!

Off to work I go to the studio or another show

Some people spend dough just to see a brother flow

So blessings I gotta get 'em and grind all the time

A piece of pussy be the furthest from my mind

Sometimes, when I be traveling, niggas be asking me

Where are my bitches like I brought 'em all with me

And some niggas be asking can they go find me a bitch

But I have to dodge mo' pussy than they’ll ever get, shit

She keeps on taxing me

She won’t stop calling me, oh no no

This ho keeps stalking me

That bitch won’t leave me alone, oh no no

I told this bitch that I was cool on it, but she just wouldn’t listen

And now she tryna blame me for her current condition

Hey bitch I ain’t even trippin, I told you I’m into pimpin

See I’m a hustle boy, baby, and I don’t chase bitches

All I do is check hoes in every city I visit

And put they number in my phone and later on I hit it

Bitch jock from a distance, quit burnin my minutes

Either you comin thru or not, it don’t make me no difference