Tela, 8Ball, MJG - Sho 'Nuff lyrics

It was this bitch that I knew back from '86
Graduated and made it from
The college of dicks
Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me
Tryin to act solo, down low, hush hush
And lo-key nah ho I ain't po'
Where did my motherfuckas go
I remember this ho, she used
To do nails for Rochelle's, well
How the hell you been since I had no job
Hum, why don't you give me some
Cause you know I flow and run for Suave
Nah, all of that was on the couch
No doubt y'all records spin
Y'all shippin in gold
It's cold On The Outside Lookin In (Brrrr)
You'd besta make yourself worthy
Cause, I got a click of niggas ready
To get their johnson very dirty
You heard me push these thirty dicks
Inside your pearly clit ain't this a bitch
I remember when you would not give me shit
Now you down for them habit's
Put your numbers on the napkin
Make it snappy cause I got
To go to the bathroom

Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?
Hoes with no clothe showin' love
Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?

No different from the rest
She's just an ordinary ho
Hair extensions, long nails
Ass thicker than gumbo
Make it fast, takin cash
Shakin ass in the mix
Tens turn to twenties and twenties
Come from plenty tricks niggas in love
Can't stay out the club all in the ho's face
But at the end of the paper chase
Whatever you had will be erased
I see him in the back
Countin up that chedder
Talkin' loud, smokin hay, makin clouds
Gettin ready for the crowd
I think I know one
I remember you, oh yes I do
Tryin to highside from me and my crew
But ain't no love lost boo
What time the club close, at 3
What's up, you comin with me
We can smoke up mad trees after
You get up off your knees
You want some cheese
Hoes don't stay at the suave house
Hoes around my nuts like knats
Real dogs don't pay for cats, dats
For real baby
Recognize and sho me love, dig that shit
Sho nuff

Well I be God damned, this stout ass ho
Wants to get close to me
A few years back in the past
You wouldn't of even noticed me quoting the
Lyrics of the songs that you know I flow
Lookin for, confidants
And tickets to my next show check yo' bitch
In these short ass pants and blow up dresses
I can tell they freaky with out three guesses
Oh, yes it's very true
Your bitch'll be needin me, leavin you
Hell, now what the fuck is a
Nigga like me supposed to do
Let her loose or let her remain
Cause all she be lookin for is some fame
A bigger name
Lil' Miss Thang with bigger game
And she claim she ain't heard my music
Tryin to trick me
So I told that ho my name Bill Bixby
She still hit me now she
Killin my dick softly with her mouth and I
Really just don't plan on takin
It out cause I mJ fuckin G you needs to
Knows 'bout these hoes shakin
They ass with no clothes like some pros
Sho nuff