"Chop That Hoe" lyrics

Hoes get chopped
Hoes get laced
Ho, get a donkey dick in yo' face
With no disgrace
I keep my boots on lace
And make a bitch clean up the whole damn place
Start in the kitchen
Do them dishes
Taste these nuts hoe
They so delicious
Hit the bathroom, scrub them tubs
And don't even think about hittin' the club
Let your girlfriends go
They stay in drama
Bitch, I'm your daddy, and yo' momma
Baby Beeshy
Baby Bashy
I got a beezo in Lake Comanche
Goin' hard on a bitch is all I know
Ask that boy Dre and Tony Franco
Waco, say ho
Wake that cake, ho
I wish a bitch would ask me to be faithful
Haha, it ain't no chance
And I'ma keep doin' the dumbest dance
Haha, it ain't no chance
And I'ma keep the stupidest dance
(The Miami Move)

Chop that hoe, mayne
(Break that chop)
Break that beezy
(Chop that break)
Chop that hoe, mayne
(Break that bitch)
Break that beezy
(Man, chop that hoe)
Chop that hoe, mayne
(Break that bitch)
Break that beezy
(Man, chop that hoe)
Chop that hoe, mayne
(Break that beezy)
Break that beezy
(Man, I chops these hoes)

I wish I would make the bed
I ain't doin' shit 'til you give me some head
Or jack me off 'til my dick gets harder
As soon as I nut, go and run my water
Let a playa soak while you go get greasy
I want ham and eggs overeasy (Sunnyside up)
Bombay and some welch's grapes
Don't try to run this, hoe, there's no escape (No escape)
Last night you was real excited
But now I'm kinda feelin' uninvited
You don't like it that I called you a hoe
I put your air conditioner on 64 (67)
What's fucked up is that it's gon' get worse
So bitch give me everything in yo' purse
I want checkbook, credit cards, and scrilla scratch
If she ain't got no bread I'ma kill the batch

Chop that hoe, mayne
(Break that bitch)
Break that beezy
(Man, chop that hoe)
Chop that hoe, mayne
(Break that bitch)
Break that beezy
(Man, chop the hoe)
Chop that hoe, mayne
(Break the bitch)
Break that beezy
(Cut her off)
Chop that hoe, mayne
(Break the bitch)
Break that beezy
(Man, I chop the hoe)

Once upon a starry night
He went to the lot and bought a car he liked
It was AOB, all on baby
20s all around, now he call on lady
I don't know no algebra
But I know how to get dough outta her
Mathematics, man, calculate
Let's count all the tricks she about to date
Bellagio, Venetian
Chinese, white, and Belizean
Carpet walkers, pocket stalkers
Fully, handguns and rocket launchers
'Cause pimpin' ain't nothin but a side job
When I ain't doin' that, nigga, I mob
You can iPod or MP3
Rub the lamp, you might see the genie

Chop that hoe, mayne
(Break that bitch)
Break that beezy
(Man, chop that hoe)
Chop that hoe, mayne
(Break that bitch)
Break that beezy
(Tackle her)
Chop that hoe, mayne
(Break that bitch)
Break that beezy
(Chop that hoe)
Chop that hoe, mayne
(Break that bitch)
Break that beezy
(Chop that hoe)

Yeah, we chop the hoe and broke the bitch
And I am Miami, about to make the switch
I am denouncing Miami and I'm claiming off to Space Mountain
I'm gon' be up loggin'
While you choppin' the hoes, I'ma be breakin' the bitch