âą Dr. Dre - Housewife (Feat. Kurupt & Hittman) âą The Chronic âą Enjoynn[LYRICS]n[Hook: Kurupt]nNow this this is one of them occasionsnW...
âą Dr. Dre - Housewife (Feat. Kurupt & Hittman) âą The Chronic âą Enjoynn[LYRICS]n[Hook: Kurupt]nNow this this is one of them occasionsnWhere the homies not doin it rightnI mean he found him a ho that he likenBut you can't make a ho a housewifenAnd when it all boils down you gonna find in the endnA bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man's best friendnSo what you found you a ho that you likenBut you can't make a ho a housewife (wife)nn[Verse 1 - Dr. Dre]nI mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clipnWorked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to tripn(Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guiltynYou pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthynShe on the dillzy, I take advantagenAll up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin SpanishnI'm mannish - get yo' nails out my backnSlut I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' catnLearn the player rules, this is how I play a dudenMight not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoesnDollar signs are folded, I can't control itnTryin to leave her, beeper just explodednShe sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraudnNow she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huhnMan it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexinnI left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-outnn[Hook]nn[Verse 2 - Hittman]nNaw "ho" is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like BunnynTellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Nordstrom sales with abortion moneynI spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at hernNow we got beef, he caught up in the ho's eroticanExotic - she's psychotic, rockin his NauticanSoon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch)nName a sexual disease, she got it like Sam GoodynYou be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?"nFool I pity yanWe live in the city off, ballersnWith more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-yanPrettier to grittier, the wittier can get hernTo the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like, RiconThat's when I caught a Vision like ColeconA high-post ho, a perfect way for me to keep doughnHuh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and Piconn[Kurupt]nAt the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?)nI said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll fuck her friendsnI said I dip, dive, what can I say?nNiggas need to stop fuckin with O.JnSome niggas bang blood, some niggas bang cripnAnd bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricksnI had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoesnI seen my hoes in all kinds of clothesnLil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoynIf you blew my balls, right through my drawersnCome back to the mansion, chill at the spotnFrom the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lotnI have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quartersnThe ho started callin when I started boss ballinnGimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh)nGimme some cash, pass it to DaznPass it to Snoop, or pass it to NatenSee hoes eat dick like eggs and steaknIt ain't shit new, I thought you knew (what?)nI knew you would, you wish you couldnBreak a G down, break me downnBut I'mma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. stylennChorus Less
