Lyrics
Haha, clean this shit up (what?)
Yeah, clean all that shit up
Hoes gettin' chopped
Hoes gettin' chopped, it's good
Hoes gettin' chopped, hoes gettin' mashed
Hoes gettin' doggy dick in your face
And 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, ho, 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 your mama
Baby Beeshy, Baby Bashy
I got a beezoid in Lake Comanche
Goin' hard on a bitch is all I know
Ask that boy Tre and Tony Franco
Waco say ho, break that cake, hoe
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 doin' the stupidest dance
Chop that hoe, man (break that bitch)
Break that beezy (chop that bitch)
Chop that hoe, man (break that bitch)
Break that beezy (man, chop that hoe)
Chop that hoe, man (break that bitch)
Break that beezy (man, chop that hoe)
Chop that hoe, man (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
So soon as I nut, go and run my water
Let a player soak while you go get greasy
I want ham and eggs over-easy
Bombay and some Welch's grape
Don't try to run, 'cause ho, it's no escape
Last night, you was real excitin'
But now I'm kinda feelin' uninvited
You don't like it that I called you a ho?
And put your air conditionin' on 64?
What's fucked up is that it's gon' get worse
So, bitch, give me everything in your purse
I want checkbook, credit cards, and scrilla scratch
If she ain't got no bread, I'ma kill the bitch
Chop that hoe, man (break that bitch)
Break that beezy (man, chop that hoe)
Chop that hoe, man (break that bitch)
Break that beezy (man, chop the hoe)
Chop that hoe, man (break the bitch)
Break that beezy (man, cut her off)
Chop that hoe, man (break the bitch)
Break that beezy (man, chop the hoe)
Once upon a starry night
We went to the lot and bought a car they like
It was AOB, all on baby
Twenties all around, now he call on Navy
I don't know no algebra
But I know how to get dough out of 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 me
Rub the lamp, you might see the genie
Chop that hoe, man (break that bitch)
Break that beezy (man, chop that hoe)
Chop that hoe, man (break that bitch)
Break that beezy (man, chop the hoe)
Chop that hoe, man (break that bitch)
Break that beezy (man, chop that hoe)
Chop that hoe, man (break that bitch)
Break that beezy (man, chop the hoe)
Yeah, we chopped the ho 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
And I'm gon' be up in there all night
While you choppin' hoes, I'ma be breakin' the bitch
Ah-ah, ah-ah