Ho Down"
(feat. The Barkays)

It was a ho-down...
Another 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
Sorry Charlie Lyrics
Things didn't work out the way you had planned it. Things fell apart at the seams. (???) And now you're cold and sleepy. Chirst (?), how did it come to this? Hold on to those you thought were your loved ones They'll be the ones you miss. And now you're standing at the station Tryin' to take what I ain't got to give. Oh and I'm so sorry Charlie
> 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 508Lazy Sunday Aftenoon Lyrics