Ho's A Housewife Lyrics

The song Ho's A Housewife is performed by Kurupt in the album named Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha in the year 1999 .



Yo, this is for the bitches, he just can't tell 'em apart
So, I hollered at the lil' homey Marl
I said what the f**k man? Let's spit this nigga some game

I had a dream of hoes, I had to screen my hoes
I've seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes
Lil' almond joy, I'd sure enjoy
If you blew my balls, right through my drawers

Come down to the mansion, chill at the stop
From the way she be blowing, I know she does it a lot
I have a eight and a half, nine and three quarters
The hoes starting callin', when I start boss ballin'

Give me some head, give me some cash, give me some a*s
Pa*s it to Daz, pa*s it to Snoop, or pa*s it to Nate
Hoes eat d**k like eggs and steak

And ain't shit new, I thought you knew
I knew you would, you wish you could
Break a G down, break me down
But I'ma see you on the rebound, DP style

Now this, this, is, one of them occasions
Where the homey's not doing it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife

And when it all boils down you go find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend
So what you found a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife

Now there's bitches of all kinds, races and creeds
Bitches ain't shit, bitches eat d**k
Take a second look, I can't stand a hoe that can't cook
While you betting on niggas, setting on niggas

And you tell 'em all this bullshit, you so in love
Hoe please, I know you didn't think I didn't, no tease
I'm a G, hoe, you should have know now
I'ma holla at you, feena get my d**k blown back

And you can do the same thing, the homies don't mind
Just give 'em the word, and they'll be waiting in line
I can see right through you, do you, 'cause you want to do me
Besides right now I'm in the bitches eating coochie

Psychedelic high, bitch, real G's do it like this
And I'm coming through with a fifth of some bomb a*s sticky
Just to get a bomb a*s quicky, niggas like f**king hoes
That give 'em hickies, really?

Nigga that's silly, you can't make a hoe a housewife
And I ain't got to tell you twice
How could ya respect ya bitch, before you check ya bitch
Niggas like me and the homies might connect ya bitch

Got diamond studded pimp rings, hoes on the strip man
Lots of cash to get man, lots of game to spit man
It's a pimp thing

Now this, this, is, one of them occasions
Where the homey's not doing it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife

And when it all boils down you go find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend
So what you found a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife

I mean, man, I found so many hoes, you know
I ran across so many hoes you know
I said, '€œYo, baby, yo, my lady, yo, my bitch'€
Yo, check it out, yo, all you hoes

All these bitches now a days
I been noticing motherf**kers, man, I mean
It's like they want to set it off
But don't set it off on me, motherf**ker

I ain't did nothing to you, I want to make you better
I want to include you, baby, in the program
Oh but yet in still you wanna act like a bitch, bitch
Lil' bitch, yo, if you goin' be a bitch, be a bitch

Be a bitch, be a bitch, bitch, lil bitch
I've met so many hoes, so many bitches
What's wrong with these hoes?
What's wrong with these bitches?

I'ma feena let my homeboy
Joe Montana speak to the hoes, speak to the hoes Joe
Oh my God, oh my God, Joe Montana
You know me, Joe Montana, eh listen
Joe Motherf**king tana got the hoes man

I got the f**king coochie, I got the coochie and the loochie
And I'm f**king 'em all night
Woke her up again, bitches Godi rollin' you up
I'm f**king hoes up, yeah

Ayo listen, I'm spittin' game look
Eh listen the only thing I want is you
And if I can't have you, then you can't me
And me is the world, and if you want the world

Then roll, and if you can't roll through
The worst break through the worst pop
Then yous a f**king hoe, really though
Bitch




Kurupt - Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha

Nov 1999

  1. I Call Shots
  2. Loose Cannons
  3. Who Ride Wit Us
  4. Represent Dat G.C.
  5. Welcome Home
  6. Tequilla
  7. Trylogy
  8. Neva Gonna Give It Up
  9. Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha
  10. Ya Can't Trust Nobody
  11. It Ain't About You
  12. Girls All Pause
  13. Your Gyrl Friend
  14. Ho's A Housewife
  15. I Ain't Sh%t Without My Homeboyz
  16. Step Up
  17. Live On The Mic
  18. Bonus Track


Ho's A Housewife