Songtext:
feat. The Barkays Klebefolie selbstklebend It was a ho-down... Another ho-down... It was a ho-down... Another ho-down...
[Skinny DeVille] Walked into the club and farted Damn! Look at shawty - off in the cut actin naughty Eye contact, made sure that she saw me Said y'all, don't get it twisted like I'm ballin Down south stripper from New Orleans, thick as mud Baby show me love, with a little tittie rub Said, "hit me later on baby, maybe we can what?" Said, "sound like a plan" wit my hand on her butt But shit hit the fan sho' nuff, nigga hold up Baby doll had a man, matta fact was a soldier Ain't that a beyotch! He was sittin on the sofa Smokin on some doja, tryna see some exposure Had the whole spot sold up - legs tired Bar done closed up, all of a sudden her man showed up Automobiles, planes, and locomotives Train with the (?) see both ran through (?) Tag-teamed that beyotch, then I called my niggaz over They smashed in the 'Lac, popped that twat like a soda Vodka with the white stuff, you know when I act sober And niggaz in the back, seen with the freak in the 'nova It was a ho-down
[Chorus: The Barkays + (Skinny)] I can't believe that she's real... (it was a ho-down) The way she makes me feel... (another ho-down) If you knew what I knew... (it was a ho-down) You would be down in there too... (another ho-down)
[Scales] Uh, now peep game of a star, stepped out the car Walked through the door, checked the bitch at the bar Eyeing her down, while I split my cigar Can I offer you a drink or some dick in the park? (haha) You know I'm just sayin that to get you mad But you knowin damn well I wanna hit yo' ass Yo I ain't the type of nigga that be jumpin the gun But you lookin like a dime piece and I'm huntin for one What's ya name? Nah, better yet, what's ya game? Wanna ride in the Navigator, switchin four lanes? Or chill up in the bathroom, sniffin cocaine? Said she's the type of girl to get down with no shame And everything I said before was no thang We ran outside, and jumped in the ride Next thing I know I'm gettin head while I drive Eyes open wide, down 65 (it's a ho-down)
[Chorus] - 2X
[B. Stille] (It was a ho-down) I knew it was all great When the hoe caught me late in room 508 Oh she got live on tape, the price was low-rate Plus she had a nice showcase, you thought she was ya soulmate? Just because she got some shove in her can Doesn't mean your 'sposed to go and fall in love with her man Kissin and huggin and actin, in love with her man Takin her out to restaurants and, rubbin her hands If you knew what I knew, you wouldn't do what you do But it's true that you, had no clue what she do Cuz you trust her through, thick and thin You missed it when, she was gettin live offa fifth of Gin Get rammed in by me, while she lick my friends When she finally came home you probably kissed her then (lame-o) The more you tried to claim the hoe was an angel The quicker I realized the freak was a stank-hoe (it was a ho-down)
