Treat `Em Like Hoes

[Mr. Doctor]<br>Biatch, I see you standin in the window, fiendin<br>One o`clock at night a nigga high and baby fiendin<br>You made it a muthafuckin daily routine<br>To blow me up, but I ain`t callin less I wanna get my dick (ah)<br>Oh yeah I got the present, ? for the kicks y`all<br>Get a carter coat to go with that and I might stay fo awhile<br>Niggero gotcha fiendin for the flavor of dick<br>Gotcha cravin it, even gotcha tastin<br>The shit was simple when I fucked you on the first date<br>Damn you must of known I`d go up in ya cus you had on that lace<br>That night, hooker, I ain`t forgot the thick brown ass<br>But I`ll just hit it when I want, yeah I like the way ya fuck<br>(Then why you never call?)<br>Cus I be stuck in traffic, or handlin business,<br>Why you give me static bout it<br>Ya know you aint the only one so what ya trippin ho<br>Youre fiendin for the deuce-nine dick<br>And fuckin my homie from the four ya know<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Ya treatin me so bad<br>And I wanna know why<br>Why did ya do me this way, baby<br>I wanna know why<br>Why, why did ya treat me so bad<br>Whoooooa, I wanna know why<br>Why did ya treat me, treat me<br>Treat me, baaaaaad<br>Why did ya treat me so bad<br><br>[Brotha Lynch]<br>Well I`m so high off this chronic shit<br>I bumped my head on a helicopter<br>And I ain`t knowin what to tell my doctor<br>A couple of hits`ll have yout fiendin 24 street dick<br>The night-stalker from the fo`<br>Lose a hoe, bruise a ho<br>Do ya hoe cus if ya do I`ll put you up<br>We`ll make some g`s up out of a momo ho<br>All the free dope you wanna smoke<br>And if I come up short, I`ll let you meet my mini mac 1-0<br>Cus in the gardens where the chronic grows<br>We stay high, way high, bitch what you think<br>I keep my skrilla up in the bank so ain`t no gank<br>So fuck me or feed me or you don`t need me<br>Find your BG, kickin it with my YG`s<br>And we just gettin high of this chronic shit<br>Bumpin heads on the helicopter<br>And we not knowin what to tell our doctor<br>A couple of hits`ll have ya fiendin 24 street dick<br>And break em off proper<br><br>[Mr. Doctor]<br>Now tell me how many joints can ya smoke to this nigga<br>And how many biatches will suck my dick<br>Take a hit, take a hit, then you pass the shit<br>Get to coughin eyes water, why you fuckin with the chronic<br>Cus we dip front to back, and my locos ride<br>Bumpin season of the sicc, switchin side to side<br>Now let me slide to some gangsta shit<br>Bout a biatch that we was switchin fo the fuck of it<br>And never had to claim that trick<br>Blaze some weed, gettin paid from the sucka<br>And when a nigga leave, pass a homie on his way to fuck her yeeah<br>Had the bitch down for the calls in fact<br>Had the muthafucka straightup macked<br><br>[Brotha Lynch]<br>And thats right bitch, you know me<br>Runnin that shit like so much pimp<br>Some nigga got mad and went to the pad for the mac<br>But didn`t know, I packed a forty-fo<br>Ho, remember when you touched me on my dick and said<br>Oh! Yo shit`s a rock, but you didn`t know<br>You touched the barrel of a forty-fo<br>Fo in the mornin, ho you was at my door<br>And I`m knowin these raggety hos, so bitch<br>You know I know you was at my locc`s house<br>Fuck the bullshit, ho<br>Cus we know, we got ya fiendin<br>24 and 29 street dick<br><br>[Chorus]