Boss Hog Barbarians Hell No, Ho! Lyrics

[C.T.] Beatminerz and the Barbarians b____
[Zone] Aiyyo Mr. Walt gimme some of that dirty basement
[Zone] Beatminerz s___ y'knahmsayin? Like
{*beat comes in*}
[C.T.] Uh-huh
[Zone] Yeah yeah that's dope, YO!
[Zone] Don't make me do "Q&A Part II"
[Zone] I'm sick of y'all askin me the same stupid-a__ questions
[Zone] over and over again, ay b____ don't worry about
[Zone] askin me all that, just fill up my drink
[Zone] and, do your d___ job (check it)

[J-Zone]
Hell... no... ho!
I ain't no MySpace member, that's an impersonator
If I gotta use a laptop to catch a date
I'd rather call up my hoodrat ex and m_________
Hell no ho! Can't have a free copy
of this album cause you cute, take yo' a__ to the sto'
You can do me a favor though... no?
Well then you better check {?} gimme some dome or gimme dollars
Hell no ho! I ain't sweatin Lucy no mo'
That's a rap, that crush died like four years back
Interviewers stay current, Old Maid Billionaires wasn't a group
It was one album and that's that
Hell no ho! Michael Jackson ain't do that
Ehh, well maybe he did, that muh'f___er loves kids too much
f___ it, he's still my dog, and when I tell a b____ be gone
"She's Out of My Life" is still my song, c'mon

Hell... no... ho! Negative, nothin, nada
Handouts, dumb-a__ questions, don't bother
(Hey man, let me borrow a dollar) WHAT? Never
Here's some cents/sense, I'ma do you one better

[Celph t__led]
Hell... no... ho!
Won't spend a dime on you b____es unless it's Mickey D's
Or maybe groceries, you need to cook me chicken fricasees
Or should I say, fricase, freak-a-say, freak I say
You gettin on knees and please, kids outside of shows and cyphers
Hell no I ain't spittin frees, b____ unless I'm gettin G's
Hell no ho! Me and Zone won't answer race questions
f__gots we in the detergent aisle, cause we far from crackers
Ain't a producer, I'm a rapper who makes beats
Hell no ho! Never got beatdown in a fair one
Never got choked, never been punked, never ran from
Anyone believin those rumors keep thinkin 'bout me
My name ring bells in this rap industry undoubtedly
Hell no ho! I'm not from New York or Boston or CT
I'm from Tampa, got an issue come and see me
Demigodz, Army of the Pharaohs, yeah I run with them
Loyal to my family, Equilibrium, my next of kin
Hell no ho! Ain't from the projects or the suburbs
I'm from Waters & Armenia Ave, with Cubans and Colombians
They speakin fast, creepin past, section eight when heaters blast
My cousin's up the street on Florida Ave, involved in that
Hell no ho! I ain't religious but I don't hate Christians
Told you in "Eat a d___ Up" I went to private school, you didn't listen
And yeah I really got guns, won't pull mine
Until I find somebody worthy enough for the jail time

{*scratches: "Hell f___in no you stupid m_________er!"*}
{*"Suck on that, you b____-a__ trick!"*}