K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike Kat, Pimp Game Shane - Hand Cuffin' lyrics
[K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike Kat, Pimp Game Shane - Hand Cuffin' lyrics]
Stop handcuffing stop handcuffing
Fool, you’ve been talking thirty minutes
But not saying nothing stop handcuffing
Stop handcuffing
Fool, you’ve been talking ‘bout a
Hour but not saying nothing
Have y’all ever seen a dude with
His gal at the mall
And he settin’ screens for her
Like they playing basketball?
You be tryna check her out but dude
He all in your dome
If you ain’t want nobody looking
You shoulda left her at home
Plus she wearing that little miniskirt
In a public place
And her ass was smiling at me
Twice as hard as her face
Turned your back for a second
She still managed to beat ya
She got approached by two young playas
A dike and a preacher
Man, y’all know the main type
Of situation I love
Is when I see a fool with his
Woman holding hands at the club
I let it slide if it’s a nice
Club with class and no guns
But why the hell would you
Bring your girlfriend to ’s?
C’mon dude, think about it, man
You asking for trouble
Somebody slipped a number to her and
Y’all got in a scuffle
Got your ass whooped behind her
She still got out of line
She was back in there the next
Week but by herself this time
See I like Polo with the logo
Stretched across my chest
And a bitch upon my dick and sucking
The creases out of my Guess
And she gon’ suck me out of my stress
And she gon’ fuck me out of my mess
And she gon’ bring me all of
My change back on a plane
In exchange for nothing less than some
Brains and a shot of sex
I feel like taking my fat ass dick and
Fucking the shit up out of her neck
Working a bitch out of her check
If her trick got a connect
Hoe, you better be having what’s mine by
The time I come to collect
You better respect unless your trifling
Ass is ready to undress
You acting like you ain’t a hoe, if so
I’m not impressed
This shit is real in the field and
If you’ve never seen a meal
Then you sloppy and without me, bitch
You probably never will
It’s ill when you feel like
I feel ‘bout a nothing-ass
Hoe that I be fucking and
You be handcuffing still
My bitches hit they hustle when it’s
Time to pay my bill
I’m a pimp and you a simp and
All that other shit can chill
Stop handcuffing stop handcuffing
Fool, you’ve been talking thirty minutes
But not saying nothing stop handcuffing
Stop handcuffing
Fool, you’ve been talking ‘bout a
Hour but not saying nothing
Patna, when you was riding the bus
We put that bitch in a Honda
And you’s the type of nigga if you got rich
You’d put that bitch in a Hummer
I met her through a homie that fucked
Her who was introduced to her
By his homie that fucked her at
The Martin Luther King bus stop
Klondike Kat, use that hoe, pimp that hoe
She give me some licks
Went back home, sucked your dick
Put you to sleep, she’s a bitch
I can’t believe some of the shit she
Tells your ass over the phone
How your bitch gon’ explain them three
Weeks that she ain’t been home?
You supposed to mash that
Hoe, trash that hoe
Set up a licks then take that cash
You like that hoe, wanna wife that hoe
She know that so she takes you fast
You think she’s sweet so you call her a peach
But she’s got fifteen different niggas’
Nuts smeared on her seats
But that’s what you get when you fall
In love and handcuff these scandalous witches
I amaze these niggas
I take these high class hoes and get my pay
Vice grip your hoe but you still
Can’t keep Klondike Kat’s game away
I knew she was a hoe when I
Met her, had to get her, yeah
I woulda fucked if she ain’t had
That bitch ass nigga with her
Walking around
Holding her hand like he a babysitter
But he gon’ lose that bitch today
If he ain’t handling his business
Next time he see her
She’ll be kicking her heels off
In a road runner walking
Up and down Hillcroft
Only time you see me with her
When she breaking the bills off
Or you might catch her a little
After 3 at ’s parking lot
Nigga really didn’t know he was
Sitting on a gold mine
It hit's my big pimping but
Tricking the whole time
Paying rent, car notes and shit, doing hair
Help take care another nigga kids
That’s supposed to be playa
Bitch keep her legs in the air and
I keep her on the strip
Instead of giving that pussy away
For rides and shit
Why the hell you gon’ fuck
The whole block for free
When you can charge the motherfuckers and
Give the money to me? Stop handcuffing
Stop handcuffing
Fool, you’ve been talking thirty minutes
But not saying nothing stop handcuffing
Stop handcuffing
Fool, you’ve been talking ‘bout a
Hour but not saying nothing
Fool, you’ve been talking thirty minutes
But not saying nothing stop handcuffing
Stop handcuffing
Fool, you’ve been talking ‘bout a
Hour but not saying nothing
Have y’all ever seen a dude with
His gal at the mall
And he settin’ screens for her
Like they playing basketball?
You be tryna check her out but dude
He all in your dome
If you ain’t want nobody looking
You shoulda left her at home
Plus she wearing that little miniskirt
In a public place
And her ass was smiling at me
Twice as hard as her face
Turned your back for a second
She still managed to beat ya
She got approached by two young playas
A dike and a preacher
Man, y’all know the main type
Of situation I love
Is when I see a fool with his
Woman holding hands at the club
I let it slide if it’s a nice
Club with class and no guns
But why the hell would you
Bring your girlfriend to ’s?
C’mon dude, think about it, man
You asking for trouble
Somebody slipped a number to her and
Y’all got in a scuffle
Got your ass whooped behind her
She still got out of line
She was back in there the next
Week but by herself this time
See I like Polo with the logo
Stretched across my chest
And a bitch upon my dick and sucking
The creases out of my Guess
And she gon’ suck me out of my stress
And she gon’ fuck me out of my mess
And she gon’ bring me all of
My change back on a plane
In exchange for nothing less than some
Brains and a shot of sex
I feel like taking my fat ass dick and
Fucking the shit up out of her neck
Working a bitch out of her check
If her trick got a connect
Hoe, you better be having what’s mine by
The time I come to collect
You better respect unless your trifling
Ass is ready to undress
You acting like you ain’t a hoe, if so
I’m not impressed
This shit is real in the field and
If you’ve never seen a meal
Then you sloppy and without me, bitch
You probably never will
It’s ill when you feel like
I feel ‘bout a nothing-ass
Hoe that I be fucking and
You be handcuffing still
My bitches hit they hustle when it’s
Time to pay my bill
I’m a pimp and you a simp and
All that other shit can chill
Stop handcuffing stop handcuffing
Fool, you’ve been talking thirty minutes
But not saying nothing stop handcuffing
Stop handcuffing
Fool, you’ve been talking ‘bout a
Hour but not saying nothing
Patna, when you was riding the bus
We put that bitch in a Honda
And you’s the type of nigga if you got rich
You’d put that bitch in a Hummer
I met her through a homie that fucked
Her who was introduced to her
By his homie that fucked her at
The Martin Luther King bus stop
Klondike Kat, use that hoe, pimp that hoe
She give me some licks
Went back home, sucked your dick
Put you to sleep, she’s a bitch
I can’t believe some of the shit she
Tells your ass over the phone
How your bitch gon’ explain them three
Weeks that she ain’t been home?
You supposed to mash that
Hoe, trash that hoe
Set up a licks then take that cash
You like that hoe, wanna wife that hoe
She know that so she takes you fast
You think she’s sweet so you call her a peach
But she’s got fifteen different niggas’
Nuts smeared on her seats
But that’s what you get when you fall
In love and handcuff these scandalous witches
I amaze these niggas
I take these high class hoes and get my pay
Vice grip your hoe but you still
Can’t keep Klondike Kat’s game away
I knew she was a hoe when I
Met her, had to get her, yeah
I woulda fucked if she ain’t had
That bitch ass nigga with her
Walking around
Holding her hand like he a babysitter
But he gon’ lose that bitch today
If he ain’t handling his business
Next time he see her
She’ll be kicking her heels off
In a road runner walking
Up and down Hillcroft
Only time you see me with her
When she breaking the bills off
Or you might catch her a little
After 3 at ’s parking lot
Nigga really didn’t know he was
Sitting on a gold mine
It hit's my big pimping but
Tricking the whole time
Paying rent, car notes and shit, doing hair
Help take care another nigga kids
That’s supposed to be playa
Bitch keep her legs in the air and
I keep her on the strip
Instead of giving that pussy away
For rides and shit
Why the hell you gon’ fuck
The whole block for free
When you can charge the motherfuckers and
Give the money to me? Stop handcuffing
Stop handcuffing
Fool, you’ve been talking thirty minutes
But not saying nothing stop handcuffing
Stop handcuffing
Fool, you’ve been talking ‘bout a
Hour but not saying nothing