[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 shittin all over yo tapes   And yo CDs, you see these   Niggas 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 fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?   Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it   Any little title you got, I'm takin it   You can't have it, you didn't earn it   Spit on yo name, shit 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 ass hoe   Punk slow yo role   You're nothin but a clone   With nothin to show   You're a weak ass hoe   Need a style of your own   You're a weak ass hoe   You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)   Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)   Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)   You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)   You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)      [B-Real]   Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine   Shakin her ass, 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 assets?   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, bitch   (ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)      [Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]   You're a stank ass hoe   Tryin to get dough   Leave me alone   Cause you can't roll   You're a stank ass hoe   Nut ridin pro   You're a stank ass hoe   A stank ass hoe   Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)   You can't roll (You can't roll)   You're a stank ass hoe   A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)   You're a stank ass hoe (Dick 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 pussy 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   Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work   These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk   And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down   And put the anti-bacterial assault down   Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best   Comparin you to me is like a nigga 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 ass nigga)   You're a bitch ass hoe   Knockin on my door   Leave me alone   Cause you got no soul   You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)   Need to find a place to go   You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)   You're a bitch ass hoe   Don't touch the microphone   You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)   You're a bitch ass hoe   Leave me alone   Got no place to go   You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)   [humming]