Don't Sang It (La Chat)

Mayne look uh hurr, I'm tired of all these micrphone killin' ass hoes Yah know wha I'm talkin' bout'? Da type of hoes das gon' run they mouth behind the muthafuckin' mic But aint gon' kill shit and aint gon' let shit die These studio gang-style hoes Talkin' all dat muthafuckin' shit Bitch bring dat shit on to tha doe' come on hoe Come on let's go Don't sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now don't be sangin' hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) 'cause' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate You think you know me bitch (bitch) But you don't know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe' 'cause' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate Da stout bitch, but I'm packin' da fat ass beer belly Niggas wanna get in my shit, but they aint ready If it's somethin' you wanna get den go get it If I'm not strapped den I'm packin' da mesheti I don't give a fuck cut chu' bitches up like spaghetti Shootin' off 70 rounds so don't test me I'm out hurr just doin' my thang, you gon' let me I'ma keep keepin' it real, so don't sweat it Fight a bitch over a nigga I aint petty Put em' in da trunk wit' da bump of da chevy Holla at my brother Big Steady das so heavy He be droppin' pounds of dat shit wit' no waitin' See yo' gurl den pushed it and she ridin' da big boi Expy Hooked up wit' da Hypnotized Camp so don't hate me Shall not play no games when it come to dat ghetty I don't love none of you bitches, you aint steady Don't sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now don't be sangin' hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) 'cause' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate You think you know me bitch (bitch) But you don't know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe' 'cause' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate {pieces of If You Aint From My Hood by Project Pat} I got a fake smile, fake style for you bitches think you wild Let me see you do some thangs, while you over hurr talkin' loud Yeah, I hurr you talkin' bitch But to me dat talk aint shit Who gon' do da talkin' at yo' funeral when you in da ditch? See I be roastin' hoes, but I will (?) fa sho Hate to see yo' bitch to draw a crowd, I aint gon' do nothin' doe' For dat shit I got some manners to take it to da highest level We can fight or we can shoot dem thangs mayne it's wudeva I be lookin' innocent waitin' for a incident Soon some shit go down you betta know La Chat gon' be in it I'm gon' gather up my crew, den we comin' after you If my crew don't come dat mean I'm comin' wit' grenades fool Aint no need in watchin' me you betta watch yo' back hoe Tell yo' mammy to lock da doe' and keep da fuckin' curtains closed Push rewind and listen good again before you get done in Know'z you a hata in descise tryin' to be my friend Don't sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now don't be sangin' hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) 'cause' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate You think you know me bitch (bitch) But you don't know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe' 'cause' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate I'm talkin' shit 'cause' it's you hoes dat always be hatin' You think you know me, guess again 'cause' you got me mistakin' I keep my crew mayne it's some cheese dat I gotta be makin' Can't go to jail den it's my freedom dem bastards be takin' You think you slick with it, you bitches I'm seein' you fakin' And for you niggas I don't love you, your pockets I'm breakin' You wanna war I got a friend dat I'm bringin' and datin' A 9 rhuga with tha handle wrapped up in da tapin' So tell me why you bitches always be tryin' to diss If you aint heard dat I'm a bitch dat be handelin' fist I hope you think before you think about fuckin' wit' dis I know you wanna go and snuggle up wit' cha dick No disrepect da way I tell it that's always gon' be I got my book dat tell yo' address and where you gon' sleep Go to yo' house I'm one of the bitches that be climbin' da beat I'm tired of bitches startin' shit, hopin' they fuckin' wit' me Don't sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now don't be sangin' hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) 'cause' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate You think you know me bitch (bitch) But you don't know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe' 'cause' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate