Cat Stevens: We luv deez hoez

From the weave to the fake eyes to the fake nails, down to the toes Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez Don't lie you love them, if you don't you like them hoez a whole lot Just like your mama Sunday cookin' turkey necks in the pot You ready to drop your load like prop planes be droppin' that cocaine You ready to turn your fro, from natural straight to a cold wave Dat hoe name Betty Big Shoez, she wore them Herman monster heels Popped a pill, now she's in your Coupe De Ville, passenger seat I made her eat my meat while I was rubbin' her coochie Injection in her top and bottom lip straight from her booty So Do Re, blow me, Fa So La Ti Da Ha I'm tellin' the truth You suckin' your tooth you treatin' her like a star boy From a Figueroa to a herringbone From droppin' her off to takin' her home She tried to pull my rubber off with her pussy muscles that was wrong The bitch is no good like lesbians with no tongues You fucked around and knocked her up and now you say she the one Nigga you dumb, you should have pulled it out and squirted on her eyelash And let her face be holdin' the baby, now she after yo ass! Yeah, I told y'all niggaz about god damn takin' them hoez to the Teacake Factory Lettin' them hoez order strawberry lemonade and popcorn shrimps They ain't goin' do nuthin' but try to take all your motherfuckin' cheese! (Yeah!) Ay, ay, what's up lil' girl I see you workin' them Valente She walk wit a fly Sashay Look here say, I'm just a Fat Face I come through swervin' (ay, ay) You love the way the leather grippin' your butt Conversation kill 'em, drippin' em up Relax Shawty, oh lordy, I quote the facts Whippin' convertible with Daddy Fat Sax I stay G sharp as a note of music Call me fresh baked bread, make 'em brawd lose it I'm just sayin' they just can't stand to see me execute game plan I slow it down, she like it - speed it up She polked it out, beat it up like that Hit 'em from the back, bully quote the vocabulary Yeah, yeah, Gipp keep it double loco Met up in Caf Intermezzo for some late night pasty Conversation hasty cuz I was ready to dip Sweatsuit velour so I ordered Kahlua Fell in, hit her with the gun hose Left her with the pokahose, got up and didn't say goodbye Her face wrinkle up and froze Why you leavin' so soon, supposed too And ain't no question about that They call me Big Gipp on the southside Mr. Get Down in the vains so what's the word Don't fall in love with good pussy Off the top better leave for two moths Come back and pop "study the shit"