Your Cash Ain't Nothin' But Trash - King Pleasure & The Biscuit Boys

Now take my bitch, she won't complain about shit Because she's my hoe, she don't belong to a trick So when you fuck her and give her all your cash I get paid or put my foot in her ass I won't marry the bitch, and give her half I get more head and then I laugh at the one bitch shit I got a gang of hoes I get, freak, ass, lick, these balls and toes Now stupid little bitches get tossed If they don't realize I'm the motherfucking boss Come on down and get your ass pinched And if you talk shit, get your ass lynched 'Cause I'm the B, the I, the T, the C, the H The K, the I, the L, the L, the A Ice Cube, a nigga that's bigga than a nut 'Cause a bitch is a bitch is a hoe is a slut You say how can I call a women a bitch? It ain't nothing but a word like shit Ain't no slippin' in my motherfucking pimping And all bitches ain't women You come home and get smooth cussed out You gotta a bitch with a foul ass mouth Scared to tripp her with a left hook You'z a bitch in my book, bitch My nigga Jinx made the mix So punk ass motherfucking bitches get the 86 I keep hoes on five (Yeah bitch) 'Cause I'm fucking more pussy than the law allow With my boy Too $hort See, he quick to grab a bitch by the throat And slam her ass, cram her ass, with a fat dick 'Cause she's a trick bitch I like fat bitches and I like 'em slim I'll take a fat bitch and stick my dick right in, her big fat ass She'll make me cum again I'm mack daddy bitch, fuck her friend I saw your homegirl, she said whats up with us I said nothing, fucked her on a tour bus She got it good too, dicked down on the floor The bitch was fine, but the pussy ain't good as yours She a straggler, struggler, straight salome smuggler Everytime I see the bitch, she's looking uglier And if you got a trick ass on your left Sitting there with dick on her breath Last night she sucked my dick, now she's kissing little man Won't even suck my dick, unless cut out the middle man And if you have never heard of me you'z a bitch It ain't but a word to me I'll stop calling ya, beyotch Man, fuck these hoes man, ya know Nappy ass bitch ass tramp ass sluty ass hoe I'll stop calling ya, beyotch I go hard on a bitch, fuck respect for ya men I get my way with a bitch, when I act like a pimp Always carrying bank, but I fooled the bitch 'Cause all she ever got was to druel on my dick Ice Cube will slap a hoe for the fuck of it Just like me and that's some real shit Bitch got bold with her loud ass mouth Tough ass bitch got knocked out You know a bitch ain't nuthin' but a word to me Some of you punks are just scared to see If you could call that bitch a bitch you would And if you can't, you probably should I'm spitting game to you mark ass lames On how how to get a bitch and treat the bitch like shit You can't buy love, all pimps know that It's all about the way old Short Dogg macks Don't hold the bitch hand or walk side by side Go first class everytime you fly She'll go Greyhound and just meet you there I'm just an ice cold hard ass Oakland player You want to tongue kiss bitch, it figures I introduce you to my homeboy Richard Also known by his nickname Dick Now let's tongue kiss bitch I like big butts so let it be known to the public I bust a rap or two and the bitches love it I'm only out for one thing so hate me I ain't the one so don't try to fade me I don't wear too much gold because it's tacky I bust a Raider hat T-Shirt and Khakis See a lot of hoes in freaky clothes everyday So I talk to 'em in any ol can I way See a bitch need a nigga to coach 'em So I grab my dick and smoothly approach 'em I say hi and I'm really kind of pitched If they ignore me then I say, "Yo freak bitch" Give up the number hardly, we'll have a slumber party You see I'll fuck you to death and then I'll dump the body 'Cause I'm a nigga that's bigga than crew or a gang And when it comes to bitches I'm out for only one thang Yo bitch ain't nothing but a word to me, $hort

I got a crib full of corn, and a turnin' plow But the ground's too wet for the hopper now Got a cultivator and a double tree A leather line for the haw and gee Let the thunder roll and the lighting flash I'm doing alright for country trash I'm saving up dimes for a rainy day I got about a dollar laid away The winds from the south and the fishing's good Got a pot belly stove and a cord of wood Mama turns the left-overs into hash I'm doing alright for country trash I got a mackinaw and a hunting dog A cap that I ordered from the catalog A big tall tree that shapes the yard A big fat sow for the winters lard Let the thunder roll and the lighting flash I'm doing alright for country trash Well, there's not much new ground left to plow And crops need fertilizer now My hands don't earn me too much gold For security when I grow old But we'll all be equal under the grass And God's got a heaven for a country trash God's got a heaven for a country trash I'll be doing alright for country trash