Nappy Roots feat. The Barkays



Ho Down

It was a ho-down...

Another ho-down...



[Skinny DeVille]

Walked into the club and farted

Damn! Look at shawty - off in the cut actin naughty

Eye contact, made sure that she saw me

Said y'all, don't get it twisted like I'm ballin

Down south stripper from New Orleans, thick as mud

Baby show me love, with a little tittie rub

Said, "hit me later on baby, maybe we can what?"

Said, "sound like a plan" wit my hand on her butt

But shit hit the fan sho' nuff, nigga hold up

Baby doll had a man, matta fact was a soldier

Ain't that a beyotch! He was sittin on the sofa

Smokin on some doja, tryna see some exposure

Had the whole spot sold up - legs tired

Bar done closed up, all of a sudden her man showed up

Automobiles, planes, and locomotives

Train with the (?) see both ran through (?)

Tag-teamed that beyotch, then I called my niggaz over

They smashed in the 'Lac, popped that twat like a soda

Vodka with the white stuff, you know when I act sober

And niggaz in the back, seen with the freak in the 'nova

It was a ho-down



[Chorus: The Barkays + (Skinny)]

I can't believe that she's real... (it was a ho-down)

The way she makes me feel... (another ho-down)

If you knew what I knew... (it was a ho-down)

You would be down in there too... (another ho-down)



[Scales]

Uh, now peep game of a star, stepped out the car

Walked through the door, checked the bitch at the bar

Eyeing her down, while I split my cigar

Can I offer you a drink or some dick in the park? (haha)

You know I'm just sayin that to get you mad

But you knowin damn well I wanna hit yo' ass

Yo I ain't the type of nigga that be jumpin the gun

But you lookin like a dime piece and I'm huntin for one

What's ya name? Nah, better yet, what's ya game?

Wanna ride in the Navigator, switchin four lanes?

Or chill up in the bathroom, sniffin cocaine?

Said she's the type of girl to get down with no shame

And everything I said before was no thang

We ran outside, and jumped in the ride

Next thing I know I'm gettin head while I drive

Eyes open wide, down 65 (it's a ho-down)



[Chorus - 2X]



[B. Stille]

(It was a ho-down) I knew it was all great

When the hoe caught me late in room 508

Oh she got live on tape, the price was low-rate

Plus she had a nice showcase, you thought she was ya soulmate?

Just because she got some shove in her can

Doesn't mean your 'sposed to go and fall in love with her man

Kissin and huggin and actin, in love with her man

Takin her out to restaurants and, rubbin her hands

If you knew what I knew, you wouldn't do what you do

But it's true that you, had no clue what she do

Cuz you trust her through, thick and thin

You missed it when, she was gettin live offa fifth of Gin

Get rammed in by me, while she lick my friends

When she finally came home you probably kissed her then (lame-o)

The more you tried to claim the hoe was an angel

The quicker I realized the freak was a stank-hoe (it was a ho-down)



[Chorus - 3X]