Cypress Hill Stank Ass Hoe Lyrics

[Sen Dog]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Once again, ha ha ha
We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

[B-Real]
Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips
Keep tryin, I'm s___tin all over yo tapes
And yo CDs, you see these
n____s wit the weed leaves, you need these
Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka
The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor
I got double platinum records on the wall
While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall
Cats wanna try me, you must be high
Cause you havin f___in +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?
Gimme some of that s___ (s___), you fakin it
Any little t__le you got, I'm takin it
You can't have it, you didn't earn it
Spit on yo name, s___ on it, and burn it
Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss
What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?
What role are you playin? I'm only sayin
You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in
Playin you, playin you, and playin you
Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)

[Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
You're a weak a__ hoe
Punk slow yo role
You're nothin but a clone
With nothin to show
You're a weak a__ hoe
Need a style of your own
You're a weak a__ hoe
You're a weak a__ hoe (Punk a__ n____)
Leave me alone (Carbon copyin m____fucka)
Punk n____ wit no flow (You ain't s___)
You're a weak a__ hoe (f___ your little record, punk)
You're a weak a__ hoe (Eat a d___)

[B-Real]
Now look at her over there (d___), lookin all fine
Shakin her a__, tellin me to grab from behind
Please don't mind me, you'll find me
Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these
Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble
Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double
I'll be in that corner table wit my homies
Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies
Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic
To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have a__ets?
Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?
Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone
She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me
Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly
I don't think so, you stink, hoe
The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe
Please back up, I know you look good
But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, b____
(ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)

[Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
You're a stank a__ hoe
Tryin to get dough
Leave me alone
Cause you can't roll
You're a stank a__ hoe
Nut ridin pro
You're a stank a__ hoe
A stank a__ hoe
Leave me alone (Broke a__ hoodrat)
You can't roll (You can't roll)
You're a stank a__ hoe
A stank a__ hoe (Stank a__ hoe)
You're a stank a__ hoe (d___ suckin tramp)
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)

[B-Real]
Here goes another example to begin it
With a twist (yeah) like p____ I'm in it
When I look at me, I look and see
How long it took for you to throw the book at me
d___ that s___ hurts, but I put in work
These n____s are like germs, over the counter they lurk
And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down
And put the anti-bacterial a__ault down
Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best
Comparin you to me is like a n____ to the cess
Never settle for stress, or wack rappers
I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)

[Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
(Punk a__ n____)
You're a b____ a__ hoe
Knockin on my door
Leave me alone
Cause you got no soul
You're a b____ a__ hoe (Trick a__ hoe)
Need to find a place to go
You're a b____ a__ hoe (Punk a__ n____s)
You're a b____ a__ hoe
Don't touch the microphone
You're a b____ a__ hoe (Eat a m____fuckin d___)
You're a b____ a__ hoe
Leave me alone
Got no place to go
You're a b____ a__ hoe (Trick a__ hoe)
[humming]