Hos Hos

[Intro: Young Buck & 50 Cent]

Yeah

I like to shout out my nigga 50

You know, for introducing me to so many celebrity hoes, homie (Yeaaahhhhh)

These hoes love me, my nigga

I want you to meet this new bitch Buck

Look my fuckin' phone ringing right now, who is this?

Monica? Trina? Some, fucking [?] [?] bitch

Ha ha ha

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

Sumthin' 'bout a Cali bitch, the gangsta hoes not the average

Have a nigga feeling like, I'm gonna mary this

And you don't know how many kids she done have with this

But, I gotta thing for my down South hoes

Pussy stay wet and their mouth stay cold

Turn that ass around girl, touch your toes

Throw it back to me, let me hear you holla OH!

Your man ain't nothing like me

7 figga nigga, still in a white T

Pimp the game, like the homie Ice-T

10 years, ain't no telling where I might be

Do it for the money, you can keep the fame

I'd rather be a rich nobody, then broke with a name

Chinchilla with a Cardi F Frame, wreck the range

But ain't a damn thang change

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Young Buck]

We tryna fuck with these hoes

Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes

We tryna fuck with these hoes

Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes

We tryna fuck with these hoes

Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes

We tryna fuck with these hoes

Everybody on the count of three, let me hear you holla P.I.M.P.

We work them

Hoes

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Ho stroke first and I stroked her even faster

Had her in the telly with her ass up

You know the 21 Questions that I asked her

Had her feeling good man, I gassed her

Soon as we were done, there was laughter

You know damn well her daddy ain't a pastor

Seen her at the college and I asked her

If she wanted to roll after her class done

Came through picked her up in my Aston

Martin Vanquish drop with the glass up

Told her how I hustle, got my cash up

She saw the ice on my wrist I like to flash, uh

When it comes to getting bitches I'm a master

But when it comes to trickin' I'm the last to

Break bread, you don't believe me nigga, ask her

She'll tell you I'm stingy as hell with these hoes

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Young Buck]

Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes

We tryna fuck with these hoes

Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes

We tryna fuck with these hoes

Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes

We tryna fuck with these hoes

Everybody on the count of three, let me hear you holla P.I.M.P.

We work them

Hoes

[Outro: 50 Cent]

Yeah

It's big pimpin' going on

We tryna fuck with these hoes

50 Cent, Young Buck, ha ha

We tryna fuck with these (Yeah) hoes

Aw man, we known internationally right now

We overseas nigga, In Dubland, Ireland, Naa mean?

I asked a nigga, if he knew Fat Joe

He said "Yeah...you mean the man from the pizza shop around the corner?"

Was like "Nah, not that Fat Joe. Was talkin' 'bout the rap"

He's like "Nah Nah. We don't know him. We know you 50. You know, so sign a autograph" ha ha ha

So I sign a autograph man

Go back to the hotel

Fuck with the hoes, ha ha

Yo pull it back one more time