(Chorus: The Luniz)

Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours

Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours

Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours

Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes



(Numskull)

This rap here goes to all you player haters

Hand cuff your hoes, that goes to all you Captain Save-Hers

Me, my major industries gold teeth and diamonds

Been grindin' for nine and half years now I'm rhymin'

Reclinin' meal tickets couldn't be lookin' me in the eye

I'm sigh now, clown that ass like Saturday Night Live (WHHHYYYY!)

Because I'm all between they wife's thighs

But all jokes aside I yoke the ride and roll the weed up at the same time

While I drive I cross my heart and hope to die

Hella high, it's the mobb blowin' greenery till we die

So haters do me a favor, handcuff your briide

I creep through when your husband's at the job

Many hunners got players, baby mammas feedin' me all kinds

of hibachi shrimp and I don't even rock Versacci pimpin dudes

But when I'm through, you never knew I touched her

Got her screamin loud as hell like Chris Tucker (aaaaah!)

Handcuff your hoes



(The Luniz)

When I step in the house (niggas snatch they hoes up quickly)

Niggas start breakin' out (cause they all wanna get with me)

Cause they know they hoes ain't faithful (and my eyes is on them all)

And I'll snatch them if I'm able (hey, put this lighter on the balls)

Olly-olly-oxenfree, don't hesitate to give your hoes to me



(Numskull)

Uh, I'm used to stabbin' top notch and border coochies

Just big booty, firm casabas, preferably groupies (WITH BIG THIIIGHS!)

Makin' em ride they self up the wall easy

Off the expecting them, feel breezy

Do me a favor, take your hoes (HOM