Check 'Em
504 Boyz

Master P : 
Who dat call the police 
Yo ma called the police 
I got five on the lips  
But I ain't payin for the ass 
You just got yo hair fixed  
So can you pump a nigga gas 
Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick 
I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick 
C-Murder called you hoes like some fuckin crash dummies 
It ain't love when the motherfucking sex cost money 
I ain't dissin you hoes 
I just don't love you hoes  
In yo raggedy ass Girbauds 
When you swangin on them poles 
Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife 
And if you dippin I can't put you in my life 
Cause all hoes suck dick  
Let me tell you dog hoes you fuckin with 
See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes 
(But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes 
Talk that shit now roll with it 
Ya warefare check hoe go get it 
 
P : 
Check dem hoes 
Traci : 
Check dem niggas 
 
Traci :  
Check dem hoes nigga is you crazy 
You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me 
(?) in front yo boys like you made me nigga 
I hold my own ? 
Reppin like you gon shine 
Nigga you is a waste of time 
Gettin that ho to step to me 
I gets down for mine 
Me and my girls we don't play no games 
Fuck you lames 
When you walkin on side of me  
I'm bringin you pain 
You can talk that shit about suck yo dick  
Get a grip 
Broke bitch you ain't the shit 
You know who you fuckin wit 
Drop a baby for you  
Nigga you must be sick 
Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks 
 
P : 
Who dat call the police 
Yo ma called the police 

Traci : 
Who dat call the police  
Yo pa call the police 

P : 
Dem hoes call the police 

Traci : 
Dem niggas call the police 

P : 
Check dem hoes 

Traci : 
Check dem niggas 

P : 
Talk that shit now roll wit it 
Yo warefare check ho go get it 
 
(911 operator, did someone dial 911?) 
 
feat. Traci 
 
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