(Stay Away From The) Nasty Hoes

Sadat X

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    (feat. Fat Joe, Diamond D)

    [Intro/Outro: all]

    Hey brown suga, you know my name
    No need to front, if the thought's the same
    I got one night in town don't play no games
    Let's get it on no need for shame
    [x2]

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    [Verse One: Sadat X]

    The X is like a monument, I'm old New York
    I hope you know where I'm comin from
    You got to take some, and then you leave some
    Good food, shoes and clothes
    Stay away from the nasty hoes
    Your old pops he don't like my style
    He resort to callin names as long as names stay names and no games
    I resist the urge to blast his old xxx to flames
    A long hot summer, with no contract
    One-twenty blocks, breakin open that pack
    Your role models, now down with the bottles
    That's over near the store with the reinforced door
    and the breakaway for a pitbull named Thor, hah
    For real Slim, for real cause I can't stress no ass
    Cause it's, one where you came from, just like the same one
    That was there yesterday, today, tomorrow
    Assembly car lines, line em up from behind
    Sick that xxx like a cactus, react to this dick, uh!
    Helmet wrapped tight sees no daylight
    I roll two-ply duke and that's a must
    Picture me knockin off shorty here with the rawness
    A year or two later got ta hear it
    And ain't got long to live, and ain't got long to live

    Good lovin, food and clothes
    Stay away from the nasty hoes
    [x2]
    Just live, and let live... niggaz, live, and let live

    [Verse Two: Fat Joe]

    Welcome to the world of AIDS is what she wrote
    on the mirror with the red lipstick before I woke
    Who would ever think that this would happen to me
    Bitch hit me off with HIV, purposely
    Met her at the club, think it was the Copa
    Scopin out her thighs and, sizin up her chocha
    Seductive red dress, lookin Halle Barry-ious
    What's your name Miss? "Sixty-Nine" Nice alias
    Next thing you know, face up the asshole
    Tongue on the clit, chick screamin "Ay Fat Joe!"
    Didn't have to taste her, but the puss was callin me
    Think that I should lace her "Nah it's much safer orally"
    The moral to the story is the mustard's all around
    So boricuas watch to see that you can catch it goin downtown
    Practice safe sex never flex unprotect
    I ain't really got AIDS, it's just a motherfuckin record

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    Composición: Jesse Kirkland

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