Too $hort, Birdman, Jazze Pha - Checking My Hoes lyrics

Hoes, hoes just checking my
Hoes, hoes i like the way
I like the way she turn a nigga on
Put it in her mouth she brings me paper
Takin' niggas home, turnin' niggas out

See, I made up my mind when
I was only a child
That I would hang with the big dogs
Runnin' wild in the streets chasin' cats
They lace these macks
Everywhere you go you know we take these gats
So they treat us like kings
They never try to play us
They wanna play with us 'cause
They know why we players
I got it from my daddy - boy
Go tell your mama
I'm watchin' cartoons, man, I won't
I'ma just
Keep it to myself, and when I'm grown
I'ma get a lot of women and get my pimp on
Like you, and now that's what I do
Got a bunch of broads just
Like the fuck I knew
I ride through with a few, only top notches
Hoes so fast you can't use stopwatches
Time 'em, so when you find 'em
Bend a bitch over try to rip out the linin'

Hoes, hoes just checking my
Hoes, hoes i like the way
I like the way she turn a nigga on
Put it in her mouth she brings me paper
Takin' niggas home, turnin' niggas out

It's the pimps of the pimps player
Went and hollered at $hort, come
Pimp with a player, bitch
Baby girl, this our year
You see them Lexus Coupes, so mine don't fear
Gorilla pimpin', born hustlers
Slash, the Number One Stunna
We them hood rich niggas, been ghetto bound
We worldwide hustlin', we ride Uptown
It's the same ol' nigga
With the platinum mouth
If you ain't got no food
I ain't goin' in your house
A lil' nigga, freshly chilled
Ma, I don't drink no beer
I'm the big type nigga in that frozen weather
Chinchilla, rammin' on that soft-ass leather
I'll fly in any weather
I pluck my own feather
Swine on the G9, pocket full of cheddar
Bitch

Hoes, hoes just checking my
Hoes, hoes i like the way
I like the way she turn a nigga on
Put it in her mouth she brings me paper
Takin' niggas home, turnin' niggas out

I got new bitches, quite a few bitches
Too many hoes, that's my life, and you wish
It was just a bunch of lies
'cause you know it's the truth
I stick and move 'cause these hoes'll do
Just about anything for the low-low
Sometimes I daydream about my old hoes
But mostly I just look for
A bitch like Stella
Do what I tell her, and get my mozzarella

I'll break a brick like I'll break a bitch
Run a hundred miles to put
Some wheels on a whip
Kool-Aid, candy bars, Cadillac the whip
Silver and gold, barbecue out, bitch
On the slab kitted out real slick
Mami dressed up in her brand new fit
Tailor made Louis and she ridin' on 23's
D-boy, Birdgirl, I know you know me

Hoes, hoes (Fa sho, fa sho, fa sho)
Just checking my hoes, hoes
(Bitch, yeah) i like the way
(We ain't worried about how to treat a bitch)
I like the way she turn a nigga on
(Bitch better worry about how to treat us)
Put it in her mouth she brings me paper
(yeah, bitch, rub my back)
Takin' niggas home, turnin' niggas out
I like the way (Suck my dick)
I like the way she turn a nigga on
(Cook my breakfast, bitch)
Put it in her mouth she brings me paper
(yeah)
Takin' niggas home, turnin' niggas out
(And when you wash the dishes
Get your ass back in bed) hoes, hoes
Just checking my hoes, hoes
I like the way (yeah)
I like the way she turn a nigga on
Put it in her mouth she brings me paper
Takin' niggas home, turnin' niggas out
(Pimp shit) i like the way
(Jazze Pha)
I like the way she turn a nigga on
Put it in her mouth (Big paper)
She brings me paper (Short dog)
Takin' niggas home, turnin' niggas out
(It's so real) i like the way

You know we love it
Love the way these hoes treat us
Oh, we so special