[Chorus: T3, Baatin]
Hoes... hoes... hoes...
Hoes, hoes, hoes (Som'n I gotta say to ya)
Hoes, hoes, hoes (Ya know...)
Hoes...
Hoes, hoes, hoes (I've been thinking 'bout, umm...)
Hoes...
Hoes, hoes, hoes (About you and me...)
Hoes...
Hoes, hoes, hoes (Hm... and it goes like this...)
[Verse 1: T3]
You and him, I knew
Been a long time, the shit we been through
It's been 'all gold' then 'no go', so low, so loco
So tell me though
Tell me how it go
See... I was on the creep, doin' my thang though
Blings on my fing', 'cause you know how my game go
Same to the same, 'cause you can't trick a dame though
Blamеd 'cause they stained in thе game
You know
I was sitting back, 'cause I kinda knew
I seen ya'll two – hugged up and cuddled too
Ya'll was even saying things with me seeing you
That's about time the I moved in
Huh
[Chorus: T3, Baatin]
Hoes, hoes, hoes... hoes (Don't know what the hell to do)
Hoes, hoes, hoes... hoes (Hoes stay on my mind, ladies too)
Hoes, hoes, hoes... hoes (Packs at a time, they come in two)
Hoes, hoes, hoes... hoes (Tell me what's really goin' on)
Yeah... I knew (Tell me what's really goin' on)
Hoes... (Tell me who's really goin' off...)
Hoes... (Tell me who's really on my...)
[Verse 2: Baatin]
I was just chillin on my living room floor
Staring at you
Doing Tae Bo
I mean, you did it so slow (So slow)
Maybe it was me
Losing control
I'm usually known to
Keep my composure
But I think I'm supposed to
Say what I feel (Say what I feel)
Don't think it's right if I don't keep it real
And tell you how I feel
You so damn ill
[Chorus: Baatin, (T3)]
Hoes, hoes, hoes... (Hoes...)
Hoes, hoes, hoes... (Hoes...)
All ya'll on the wall like some lights
Hoes, hoes, hoes... (Hoes...)
You clubbin' niggas, all you tryna pull ya lil' (Hoes...)
Hoes, hoes, hoes... (Hoes...)
Get it off the wall
Hoes, hoes, hoes... (Hoes...) Uh
Hoes, hoes, hoes... (Hoes...)
[Verse 3: T3]
{*deep breath...*} Oh yeah! Some niggas is hoes too!
They ain't really down with you
They ain't ready to roll with you
If you was in a poker game, them niggas'll fold on you
Type of niggas you can't take to the clubs
'Cause when it's time to knuckle up, yo, them niggas'll run
The type that'll sell you a gun, but they never use one
Never bust them a shot, but be talkin' a lot
Talking 'bout – whatever they gettin' or whatever they got
Tryna hang with you for whatever you got
Talkin' 'bout "I'm down with" such-and-such and "Me and him cool"
Some ladies be believin' it, some niggas do too
Making up make-believe, like my niggas a fool
Just to holla back like we cool – ho!
[Outro: T3]
Hoes...
Hoes...
Hoes... (Lemme sing to ya...)
Hoes...
Hoes...
Hoes...
Hoes...
Hoes...
Hoes... (Uh, sing to ya...)
Hoes...
Hoes...