Buck 65 - Hens lyrics
[Buck 65 - Hens lyrics]
After the show, every rapper I know
Is like "can I get a ho?" And it's so gross
They wanna do wood work, hammering
Screwin' like a carpenter
They sharpen their pencil with
Any kind of sharpener
Don't matter fat or skinny
Serve it on a silver platter
Skip the formalities and get
On to iller matters
Squizzles and swirls of miserable whirlwinds
Invisible individuals that usually
Have girlfriends back home
Oblivious when they're in the hotel bonin'
Gropin', slobberin'
Hopin' for a blowjob of somе sort
It's sport's wear
Short hair and certain secrеtions
Slippery secrets, red meats and bed sheets
Bendin' over strokin' parts
Sleepless nights and broken hearts
And records from the best CDs
Wilted flowers, STDs
The nameless women involved are shameless
Spreadin' their legs for anyone famous
The flimsiest floozies flauntin'
Their inventory it's all so sordid and I
Don't feel sorry for them
Even though it's sad, it's throwaway romance
Disposable souls with no chance for salvation
Instead salivation
Heavy breathing every evening
It's always the same guessing game
In the dressing room, what a waste
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude
But, I'm not no prostitute either, dude
No after my show's done
No I don't want no one
No pushing up on me, no please
Just let me be
No breathing down my neck, no
What did you expect?
|What did you expect? No
Breathing down my neck
No spreadin' out your legs
No tryin' to lay some eggs
Is like "can I get a ho?" And it's so gross
They wanna do wood work, hammering
Screwin' like a carpenter
They sharpen their pencil with
Any kind of sharpener
Don't matter fat or skinny
Serve it on a silver platter
Skip the formalities and get
On to iller matters
Squizzles and swirls of miserable whirlwinds
Invisible individuals that usually
Have girlfriends back home
Oblivious when they're in the hotel bonin'
Gropin', slobberin'
Hopin' for a blowjob of somе sort
It's sport's wear
Short hair and certain secrеtions
Slippery secrets, red meats and bed sheets
Bendin' over strokin' parts
Sleepless nights and broken hearts
And records from the best CDs
Wilted flowers, STDs
The nameless women involved are shameless
Spreadin' their legs for anyone famous
The flimsiest floozies flauntin'
Their inventory it's all so sordid and I
Don't feel sorry for them
Even though it's sad, it's throwaway romance
Disposable souls with no chance for salvation
Instead salivation
Heavy breathing every evening
It's always the same guessing game
In the dressing room, what a waste
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude
But, I'm not no prostitute either, dude
No after my show's done
No I don't want no one
No pushing up on me, no please
Just let me be
No breathing down my neck, no
What did you expect?
|What did you expect? No
Breathing down my neck
No spreadin' out your legs
No tryin' to lay some eggs