Ant Banks - All My b**hes Are Gone lyrics

Too $hort: I used to have a lot of b**hes Straight down for me Doin' anything I said, even ho on the street But I'm a dog and I dog my broads Guerrilla pimpin', drivin' four door cars Ain't got no kids but them b**hes love daddy They had to share me or them b**hes couldn't have me Cause I'm a Mack with a capital M Call me $hort Dog baby, put the P in the Pimp I keep my foot in your a** and wouldn't give a f** Get out her pocket, b**h you gettin' beat up You see me hangin' with them n***as like jock And every single five mile, b**hes gettin' popped Well now I got a rep and they say I'm wrong I beat my broad a** and she moved back home Came in one night, I was buzzin' b**h tried to front me for f**in' her cousin She started yellin', man, the b**h got raw I took one step back and went straight to her jaw I gives a f** that the b**h left Cause all she ever got was some good dick And it really ain't sh** to find another b**h Cause I'm a cool motherf**er and I'm hella rich (Yeah) Ant Banks in the house and you know he knows Grab the mic n***a, f** these hoes Ant Banks: Yeah, I'm thinkin' back 'fore a n***a just came up Playin' games with the b**hes Thought a n***a might change but I was tight thinkin' everything's all right Doin' the same sh** to a different b**h every night Just dickin'em down like a gigolo So you gotta peep game from a n***a though I'm too young to get sprung so don't trip, tell'em (Ain't no love, b**h) So let's speak about a freak named Connie f**ed the b**h tough, backstage at the Omni I can't forget Constance, the b**h is so dumb Quick to lick my nuts, s** my dick, and just hum And these are just some hoes That a n***a like tossed up, kinda crossed up Turned out and lost but I ain't trippin' They all got tramped Used and abused till they all just vamped And left a n***a stuck with no kind of get back Now I even get shook by the hoodrats Cause they know what the f** they gon' get Took for they cash and a mouth full of dick, huh And I hate I gotta be that way Goin' vicious on these b**hes Just made'em all leave today But I know it won't last long They sayin' f** Ant Banks Now all my b**hes is gone Too $hort: All my b**hes are gone, them b**hes bounced I had a gang of'em, now they can't be found They ain't f**in' with $hort Dog Cause I'm from Oakland You f** with us b**h, somethin' gettin' broken Your leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a part Oakland motherf**ers'll break your heart Until you recognize game in your face You's a punk a** b**h, ain't never been no place I can't hold back, now's the time To leave your stank fake broke a** b**hes behind And move on like a player I'm knockin' ghetto hoes and even squares Secretaries, nurses, and police women I'm flyin' first cla**, n***a, f**in' flight attendents $hort Dog ain't nothin' but a dog, beeyatch (Ain't nothin' new n***a, come again) All my b**hes are gone, them b**hes cut But I really don't give a f** I always knew I didn't need that ho I got the game from the motherf**in' E-S-O And you can tell when I hit the place All them star-struck b**hes jump in my face And get shot to the curb like I'm the mob Unless they givin' n***as bl**jobs Ant Banks: Yeah, and when a b**h wanna flirt I put in work, treat'em all like dirt And watch them get they feelin's hurt Cause I'm a mack, ho, listen to this rap, ho And you will know not to f** around You'll get slapped, ho For tryin' to f** up the Ant Banks program Steady saltin' with your stanky a** toe jams You're mad cause I wouldn't spend no time I'm with the homies, makin' cash Pullin' b**hes and writin' rhymes I'm just doin' what I got to do I'm not f**in' with you Because your funky a** co*k is through So now I gotta get some new hoes Some old school b**hes That's still ridin' trues and vogues I want a freak with the gangsta look That Ant Banks can hook And the b**h better know how to cook Cause I'm a n***a that'll eat some sh** up Macaroni, steak, collard greens, or whatever the f** Yeah $hort, you know how we do'em Treat b**hes like red lights and run right through'em I got my mack on strong and my dick on long So f** it, all my b**hes can stay gone Too $hort: Mine too Ant Banks: You know what I'm sayin'? Too $hort: Yeah, beeyatch Ant Banks: $hort Dog in the motherf**in' house Too $hort: Nah n***a, you in this motherf**er Ant Banks: Bringin' this sh** for nine-tre and nine-four You know what I'm sayin'? Get in where you fit in, hoes Too $hort: Before you need a check up from the neck up Ant Banks: Peace out f** these b**hes, man f** these b**hes, $hort Let's get out of here, man