Wasn't Your Fault - Snoop Dogg

Yeah.

niggas wanna take care of these hoes

Niggas wanna control these hoes

You can’t control these bitches

These is independent bitches these years

You can’t understand the 2000 in here?

Motherfuckers wanna put they mack down

Wanna put they soder down

Let a bitch do what she wanna do If she chose to ride wit a G Then let her ride wit a G The bitch don’t wanna sit back and be a housewife all the time

Let the ho be what she wanna be A real slut, and let the ho get on and make her money

You understand?

I got a homey sittin’by me Understand this nigga don’t understand because he’s a young nigga

You know what I’m sayin'?

I’m been in the game since '85

And I know a ho don’t do nothin', wanna play a nigga like 9 to 5, alright

YIKES, Shabba dabble do (*light barking noise*) I can dig it baby, you know

Because these hoes, they can’t be controlled

You gotta find 'em, spot 'em, send 'em, get em, got 'em, you know

(Snoop Dogg)

It wasn’t (uh uh) your fault (it wasn’t your fault)

You was only tryin’to be nice (tryin'be nice)

Only tryin to be nice, ohh (can't be nice to these hoes)

You know you can’t control these hoes (no, no, no)

You know you can’t control these hoes (can't control these hoes)

You know you can’t control these hoes

What she do, she jumped out of her sleep and left the pad at a quarter to two

That’s on you, you shoulda put your foot in her ass, like a pimp’s supposed to do But instead of goin''upside da head'

You bought her a 5 karat wit your bread

And then she went and gave her homeboy Ted some head

I ain't tellin'on her, I'm just sayin', what you do When your bitch out of bounds and you don't know what to do What we do, we check 'em from the gate, to keep a bitch

straight

It’s on you, see you can take her out and buy her all types of things

You’s a fool, cause when she leave you, for what he do You’ll see fool

Me and you, that’s what you thought 'til your ass got caught

Shame on you, and now I understand why my momma used to tell me that

Ain’t that true, you can’t make a queen out a motherfuckin’hoodrat

Game on you, cause now you back at your momma house

And you sleepin’on tha copeasack

What’s she do, I gave her the keys to my '74 Cadillac

Say it ain’t true, she let a nigga drive it, ask tha homie Battlecat

Whatchu do, put my foot in her ass and mashed tha gas

You know me, and ever since that day my nigga, I’ve been P I M P Thats your boo, but she know every nigga in the Roc-A-Fella Crew

That’s on you, baby blow too much, I mean she know too much

That’s my boo, it’s all about who she did and where she been

I love you, you shouldn’t a told her that, you should a smacked her flat

Shame on you (shame on you), your so in love you fittin’to get a tattoo

That ain’t cool (that ain’t cool), love is blind and no friend of mine

If I was you, I’d a packed her bags and bust anotha bitch thats bad

Game got rules, if you lose a ho, you gotta gain a ho