paroles de chanson Stories of Hoez We Know - Tha Dogg Pound
[Intro:
Kurupt
+ (Daz)]
Yeah,
let
me
tell
you
about
this
bitch
(Look
at
that
hoe
right
there!
She
finer
than
a
motherfucker.
Well
go
spit
at
her!)
I
seen
her
over
there
in
the
mall.
Fuckin'
the
biggest
titties
a
nigga
ever
saw
(Girl,
come
over
here
and
give
us
your
number
girl
Quit
fakin'
on
us,
shit,
come
on...)
[Kurupt]
She
was
pretty
as
shit,
fly
as
can
be,
lil'
pretty
ass
bitch
I
played
her
cool
like
a
coin
machine
Exactly,
I'm
in
the
back
- you
know
what
I
mean?
I
ain't
'bout
to
approach
her,
cause
I
knows
her
game
And
I
know
what
she
be
doin',
and
I
knows
her
name
She's
Belina,
man
when
I
seen
her
on
the
corner,
chillin'
Eh
yo,
I
understand
that
I
want
her
Take
her
to
the
back
where
she
belongs
She
heard
of
me
Kurupt,
and
she
heard
of
my
songs
Eh
yo,
it's
no
doubt,
I'm
'bout
to
turn
this
mutha
out
Like
hammer
this
slammer,
so
let's
play
house
Yo,
it's
all
about
the
games
that
people
play,
everyday
I
met
her
up
in
L.A
There's
no
stalls
I
don't
have
no
flaws
I'm
rough
and
raw,
met
her
up
at
the
Crenshaw
Mall
She
was
chillin',
I'm
chillin'
like
a
villain
Eh
yo,
I'm
cold
as
ice
Kurupt,
I'll
step
to
her
and
my
game's
precise
I'm
like
"Yo
what's
up
girl?,
it's
me
Kurupt
You
know
I'm
here,
let
me
share
your
world"
Eh
yo,
she's
like
"what's
happenin'?
Yo
I've
seen
you
before,
I
don't
believe
it
What
you
doin'
up
at
this
mall?"
I'm
like
"Yo,
I'm
out
to
get
some
clothes"
And
this
is
just
story,
one
story
about
many
hoez
[Chorus]
This
is
stories.
Of
hoez
we
know.
This
is
stories.
Of
hoez
we
know.
[Daz
Dillinger]
I
bust
a
hoe
from
way
back
and
she
was
stacked
With
a
million
plus
bricks,
body
and
shit
I
met
her
in
the
Beverly
Center,
up
in
Beverly
Hills
She
had
a
Guess
bag,
some
D.A.
and
why
the
bitch
look
fly
Them,
me,
him,
he,
can
be
with
you,
tonight
you'll
see
You
wonder
why
I
spit
this
game
Tha
Gang,
always
remains
the
same
I
got
bitches,
who
least
expect
it
I
got
drunk
fine
bitches
who
strip
butt
naked
I
got
skinny
hoez,
thick
hoez,
who
perform
I
got
bitches,
in
the
quietest
storm
I
got
a
bitch
named
Pam
- broke
up
with
her
man
Hit
the
pussy
one
time,
she
didn't
understand
I
had
another
hoe
in
the
club,
by
the
name
Love
Love
was
the
girl
who
loved
clit
plus
dick
All
kind
of
freaky
shit,
(c'mon)
doin'
it
wild
Penis
on
a
tuesday
night,
we
doin'
it
wild
You
know
my
name
and
you
know
the
game
YOu
know
the
game
can
never
be
the
same
Once
I
leave
you
hoe,
I
ain't
never
comin'
back
Dick
run
fat,
so
slap
you
dead
on
your
back
hoe
[Chorus]
This
is
stories.
Of
hoez
we
know.
This
is
stories.
Of
hoez
we
know.
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