Hi-C - Hit Me Where it Hurts lyrics

Now I'd rather be kicked in the nuts
20 times than to go to war fightin
For hoes that ain't mine
Moms used to always tell me love is blind
And don't listen to them pussytail hoes
They be lyin well momma you was right
Damn I shoulda listened but, I was horny
I couldn't WAIT to go fishin
Young gun full of cum
Sprung and straight trippin
Bareback and raw dick style, straight slippin
She hit me on the phone like boo, I love you
But one day I came home like damn
Who's shoe? I wear a 9 and a 1 2, this a 13
The neighbors downstairs used to
Hear her scream
She did the dirty do-low, ho you ain't right
Got niggas comin through layin MONSTER pipe
When I went to get the coochie it was
Fartin and burpin
I said, "Ho you been cheatin on me
My heart hurtin"

She hit me where it hurt
I was out there doin the work
I shoulda known she was doin the dirt
With the milkstains on her skirt

Itchy-kitchy ya ya, you a liah
Drop me off at the clinic, we both on FIYAH
Yeah I said WE and it's all because of YOU
I've been keepin it real
But now I wanna KILL
We had to get a jump to make her car start
And she got my dick burnin like Charzard
I slid up in the place tryin to hide my face
I had "Go See the Doctor"
To get shit straight
The girls behind the desk said
"have a seat sir"
Now she mad cause them bitches
Lookin better than her
Just SHUT UP, lyin bitch, don't say nuttin
I'm scared now
I don't know WHO you been fuckin
My first love, first rub, first hug
My first slut, first butt, first nut
But this the last dame, Ms thang
You stuck up
This the last dance, last chance
You fucked up! (What?)

You better call before you come homey
Don't pop up there's somebody in there now
Tearin the cock up
He fresh out the pen, swoll and rocked up
You ran up on the nigga and got, socked up
You whipped out the heat and now he shot up
But police hit the street
And now you locked up and while you in jail
She burnin the block up
You got a stepson cause now she knocked up
Eeney meanie mynie moe, cause she's a hoe
And if the kid ain't really yours, let her go
She wanna catch a baller baller, by the toe
To suck his dick to his balls
And get his dough
My heart made of stone, thanks to you baby
So now I just bone and make the hoes pay me
You got the audacity, to say you love me
When the homies caught you at the
Laker game with Dub C?!