Black Knights, Sandman, Kurupt - Smack This Bitch lyrics

All you despicable bitches
It's Kurupt Young Gotti, man
And I got somethin' to say to all you
Despicable, bitches, Black Knights
What y'all think about them hoes?
What y'all got to say about all these hoes?
Bitch, Kurupt Young Gotti, Black Knights

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Bitch, make me rich)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Bitch, you bitch, you bitch)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(yeah bitch, won't you make me rich?)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(yeah, yeah, bitch, bitch)

Could it be, I'm pissy drunk wit Monk
Comin' home at sunrise
Wit a reputation of fuckin'
Hoes the first night


Plus ya first page came at 12: 35
Never returned a call
So duplicate 'bout 30 times
So now you talkin' loud, actin' wild
Showin' out hoppin' all in my face
Talkin' bout it's goin' down
You got the game fucked up
You better slow it down
Or catch an open palm, you better get it calm
I don't know what you been
Smokin' or sippin' on
That got you trippin' on, a nigga
But you flippin' on
A nigga at the wrong time
Cuz I ain't on one, i'm on nine
Shots of Henny straight, no rocks
Look I know it's your spot
But, I ain't in no mood for attitude, bitch
Where's ya gratitude?

Trick, I'm tired of you
Always flippin' the script
Every time a nigga out
You think I'm trickin' my dick?
I kick ya ass if catch you keyin' my whip
Trick, I'm not of the niggas that
You used to fuck wit
Like the nigga Reese you burned wit
A pot of hot grease while he was 'sleep
You would of been dead if that was me
That's on the Black Knights Gang
It ain't a small time thang
I got a wife at the tilt
You just my part time game

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(yeah bitch, bitch, make me rich)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(I'm quick to tell a bitch to eat up a dick)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(I'll slap the shit outta goofy ass bitch)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(A goofy, stupid, groupie, bitch)

It gotta be, she always stirrin' up an
Attitude for nothin'
Frontin' like she mad and shit
On some stupid shit
I hear the hot shit, pump ya brakes
I'm not in the mood
Relax bitch, you trippin', losin' ya cool
For the price of an argument
To fuck up my high
Fuck up my day, it ain't goin' down that way
Cuz something's gon' make me smack yo ass
(bitch)
Mad cuz our splashed don't trick cash
Don't give a fuck, roll wit my niggas
Bar Mitzvah slut phones stay off the hook
Now ya ass is fed up
Disrespect my click like we
Don't keep it crunk
Stay in ya place and keep
Ya ass outta my shoes
Hit the road bitch, if you
Can't follow the rules, so what you choose?

It might be the PMS, it might be the alcohol
It might be the fact that the
Black Knights about to ball

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Bitch, bitch, make me rich)

It could be the naggin'
It could be the braggin'
It could be the fact she hatin'
Cuz the nights splashin'

Something's gon' make smack this bitch
(There bitch, you gots to skitz kadaf, it)

You short on chips, runnin' her lips
Don't wanna share the pussy wit
The rest of the click, but

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(yeah I know that bitch
That bitch ain't shit)

I fuck hoes for the squirtin' any season
African, Korean, European, Polynesian
No further reason to lessen my capacity
From the scrotum
Cuz the nut gush it gradually
I'm S man, tastefully delicious
Spittin' my game, gracefully, the bitches
I meant to step, the ladies pimp
The Don Peter
380, concealin' 'Gnac, pussy beater
Bitch bring a heater if it's cold outside
(bi-atch)
You better walk if I want at to ride
(bi-atch)
Fly like a bird if you wanna be free
Cuz I hate hoes, and hoes hate me
Lately, I've been watchin' you, watchin' me
Ain't no stoppin' me
From gettin' this pussy for free
Cuz pussy's made to be poked
Don't be afraid of the stroke

Now I'm big Warcloud from the LA streets
Swing a timepiece, last name: Concrete
I crack a crystal coconut
Cruisin' wit a silly bitch
Smellin' like cigarette, high, we drove by
Apple martini's and tic tac, forget that
She's wearin' so much make-up, if I slap her
Her face will shatter
Riffraff fiddle sticks, Huck Finn the lawyer
I make her paint the fence like
Her name was Tom Sawyer
Dirty, beggy Thatcher
I'm great like Joe DiMaggio
I used to write books by a
Soda pop and the Cosby Show
I push a girl down real
Hard and watch him laugh
His smile so twisted the world
Will feel the draft
Young, and the Rocky just
Shootin' at tin cans
Goofy bitch said something that made me mad
(bitch)
Gray jackrabbit, black boxing gloves, so love
I smack you like a toucan
Swattin' a turtle dove (goofy bitch)

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(yeah, I'mma end up puttin' somethin'
In this bitch right here)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Oh man you see that bitch over there)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Say bitch, don't you owe me some bread)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(yeah, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Give me some head)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(I ain't got money for you, nigga)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Bitch, shut up, shut up, bitch)

I know you bitch, you ain't nothin'
Ain't never been nothin'
If you was a quarter, bitch
You already broken down to a penny
You bitch, yeah, yeah
Now go out there and get by bread
'For I slap the wig off of ya