Checking My Hoes - Too Short, Birdman, Jazze Pha

Hoes, hoes

Just checking my

Hoes, hoes

I like the way

I like the way she turn a nigga on

Put it in her mouth

She brings me paper

Takin niggas home, turnin niggas out

See I made up my mind when I was only a child

That I would hang with the big dogs, runnin wild

In the streets chasin cats, they lace these macks

Everywhere you go you know we take these gats

So they treat us like kings, they never try to play us

They wanna play with us cause they know why we players

I got it from my daddy, boy go tell your momma

I’m watchin cartoons man, I won’t, I’ma just

Keep it to myself, and when I’m grown

I’ma get a lot of women and get my pimp on

Like you, and now that’s what I do

Got a bunch of broads just like the fuck I knew

I ride through with a few, only top notches

Hoes so fast you can’t use stopwatches

Untyin 'em, so when you firin 'em

Bend a bitch over try to rip out the linin

It’s the pimps of the pimps player

Went at hollered at $hort, come pimp with a player beotch!

Baby girl, this our year

You see them Lexus Coupes, so mine don’t fear

Gorilla pimpin, born hustlers

Slash, the number one stunna

We them hood rich niggas been ghetto bound

We worldwide hustlin, we ride Uptown

It’s the same ol' nigga with the platinum mouth

If ye ain’t got no food I ain’t goin in ya house

A lil' nigga, freshly chilled

Ma, I don’t drink no beer

I’m the big type nigga in that frozen weather

Chinchilla, rammin on that soft-ass leather

I’ll fly in any weather, I pluck my own feather

Swine on the G9, pocket full of cheddar beotch!

Got new bitches, quite a few bitches

Too many hoes, that’s my life, and you wish

It was just a bunch of lies, cause you know it’s the truth

I stick and move cause these hoes’ll do

Just about anything for the low-low

Sometimes I daydream about my old hoes

But mostly I just look for a bitch like Stella

Do what I tell her, and get my mozzarella

I’ll break a brick like I’ll break a bitch

Run a hundred miles to put some wheels on a whip

Kool-Aid, candy bars, Cadillac, whip

Silver and gold, barbecue out bitch!

On them slab kitted out real slick

Mommy dressed up in her brand new fit

Tailor made Louis and she ridin on 23's

D-boy, Birdgirl, I know you know me

We ain’t worried about how to treat a itch

Bitch better worry about how to treat us

Yeah, bitch, rub my back

Suck my dick, cook my breakfast bitch

Yeah, when you wash the dishes get your ass back in bed

Yeah

Pimp shit!

Jazze Pha

Big Baby

Short Dawg, so real

You know we love it

Love the way these hoes treat us

Oh we so special!