Hoe Don't Violate (Ghetto)

Yo, The Koopsta Knicca
Undaground Muzic Volume One
Comin' at yo aaaass

Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac

Mane Koop's just tryin' to have some
Hoes gon' get they head bump
Never tryin' to get nails done
Fuckin' like they broke or some
Mane these hoes ain't innocent
Breakin' in my residence
See you later, you's a hater
Never will I miss you bitch
Man I'm tryin' to set it straight
Why you hoes be playa hate?
Baby buy you there's no way
We didn't even fucked that day
Hey remember, ask yo sister
She can tell you all the shit
You was trippin', she was slippin'
She suck dick, that's evidence
Always Koopsta's in the mood
Sit back, poppin' X or two
Look at you, you do too
I can see the freak in you
Then you ask me why so (?) hoe
Why I commence to fight hoe?
Cause bitch you disrespect me hoe
No trip to cock 'em up
Hoes get chopped up right quick
Cause Koopsta never love ya, bitch
I (?) witness this
See I been lightin' it

Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac

Mane the Koop back up in this
Weak ass rapper that's no test
You make money, give her checks
I will mistreat that trick
Strictly pimpin', like supposed
Keep that white shit up her nose
Fucked then hoe just let her go
Then paid bills, k-izz-icked doors
Hoe you know I ain't havin' it
Let me see you jiggle it
Sidewalk pimpin' bring that cash
Hoe where all that dough you spend?
Shit you gon' get peter-rolled
Fuckin' get yo n-izz-eck broke
Will I kill you? I don't know
Fuckin' up my pot of gold
Beat her 'til she cataracts
Plank some shit across her back
Sell your soul up on a track
Don't come back to have my cash
Make it fast, in a dash
Don't make me drop things on you
Damn fool
The Koopsta Knicca blast if I have to
Dickie Denims, black shirt
A stock 'n cap, I'm ready to go to work
Tec 9, chrome tone
Pointed to your fuckin' dome
Sawed off gauge up your face
Gone on a rampage
Get me money, get me paid
I may let you live today

Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac