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Tela - Sho Nuff (Feat. 8-Ball & Mjg)

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Featuring Eightball & MJG  
  
 [Tela]  
 It was this bitch that I knew back from '86  
 Graduated and made it from the college of dicks  
 Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me  
 Tryin to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key  
 Nah hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckas go  
 I remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well  
 How the hell you been since I had no job  
 Hum, why don't you give me some  
 Cause you know I flow and run for Suave  
 Nah, all of that was on the couch  
 No doubt y'all records spin, y'all shippin in gold  
 It's cold On The Outside Lookin In (Brrrr!)  
 You'd besta make yourself worthy  
 Cause I got a click of niggaz ready to get their johnson very dirty  
 You heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit  
 Ain't this a bitch  
 I remember when you would not give me shit  
 Now you down for them habits  
 Put your numbers on them naturals  
 Make it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom  
  
 Chorus:  
  
 Hoes with no clothes sho nuff  
 Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?  
 Hoes with no clothes sho nuff  
 Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?  
 Hoes with no clothe sho nuff  
 Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?  
 Hoes with no clothes sho nuff  
 Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?, Suave love  
  
 [Eightball]  
 No different from the rest  
 She's just an ordinary hoe  
 Hair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo  
 Make it fast, takin cash, shakin ass in the mix  
 Tens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks  
 Niggaz in love  
 Can't stay out the club  
 All in the hoe's face  
 But at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased  
 I see him in the back  
 Countin up that chedder  
 Talkin' loud, smokin hay, makin clouds, gettin ready for the crowd  
 I think I know one  
 I remember you, oh yes I do  
 Tryin to hide side from me and my crew, but ain't no love lost boo  
 What time the club close, at 3  
 What's up, you comin with me  
 We can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees  
 You want some cheese  
 Hoes don't stay at the suave house  
 Hoes around my nuts like knats  
 Real dogs don't pay for cats, dats  
 For real baby  
 Recognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sho nuff  
  
 Chorus  
  
 [MJG]  
 Well I be God damned, this shy ass hoe  
 Wants to get close to me  
 A few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me  
 Quoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow  
 Lookin for, confidants, and tickets to my next show  
 Check yo' bitch  
 In these short ass pants and blow up dresses  
 I can tell they freaky with out three guesses  
 Oh yes it's very true  
 Your bitches be needin me, leavin you  
 Hell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do  
 Let her loose or let her remain  
 Cause all she be lookin for is some fame  
 A bigger name  
 Look, this thang with bigger game  
 And she claim she ain't heard my music  
 Tryin to trick me  
 So I told that hoe my name Bill Bigsley  
 She still hit me  
 Now she, killin my dick softly with her mouth and I  
 Really just don't plan on takin it out cause I  
 MJ fuckin G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin  
 They ass with no clothes like some pros, sho nuff  
  
 Chorus