Let The Ho's Go - Naughty By Nature

Verse 1: Treach 

Bass me face me task the tip of a tastey 
Bitches are sweet as a pastry 
You don't know me homey from a peach or a pony 
I'm the Only now your lyrics look lonely 
Lyrically fortified born I'm immortalised 
Lightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides 
Packed with black positivity and wizardry 
I'm my own body and it built for partyin 
I rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap 
???? abroad and I represent that ass dat 
shows seniority, lays the foundation 
Bolos and donuts, oh I built the nation 
Keep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched 
Keep your face way away from the rough stuff 
If it ain't rough it ain't rugged 
Either you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded 
>From the intro to end I will flow 
and aslo, yo come let the ho's go 

Chorus: 

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho's go) 
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho 
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho 
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho 

Verse 2: Treach 

Meet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin 
Thirsty for action, workin and smackin 
The last of the allies, smoke em up shall I 
or should I? I'm sure to give it a good try 
No need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix 
They've all been blown into dust bits 
Floatin in space, spinnin in infinity 
Part of the start is the end of any identity 
Lost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off 
East, the West, the South, break North 
You'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin a graveyard 
Actin is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard 
I got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back 
I rap like I'm the tops, stay real cos I'm all that 
It's my way on a highway, forget your friends 
cos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin a contact lens 
Let the ho's go 

Chorus 

Verse 3: Treach 

You say you're hittin hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin 
I grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten 
I'm gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later 
He gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader 
You lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough 
then sayin "sorry" like I really give a motherfuck 
You're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a? 
A sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya 
At anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause 
I got a double-barrelled pump that's sayin "Give me yours" 
Then I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover 
Cos I have one for this robbery and many others 
Another gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker 
Droppin you and gettin mad if you don't say "Thankyer" 
The clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew 
I gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, naw not after you 
So don't try ta hide or apologise 
Apologies and go meet a French eyes is wise 
So if you know what I mean and have a hop block 
and never ever seen a day when the money stops 
You gotta put up your fists, just to let me know 
Ain't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go 
Let the ho's go 

Chorus 

Verse 4: Treach 

Competition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue 
Throw a watch at me without it being fuckin hung 
Give it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning 
Should've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning 
I let her see the white sheet hit the concrete 
and see that head go off and down from a thousand feet 
Cos the brother's around me don't even play all that 
They see a sheet and a cross, they say "Oh, gimme that" 
Hollow wind in Illtown and don't you be a ghost 
Cos you get your broke or even worst smoked 
Now this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold 
But it had to have the flow to let the ho's go 
Let the ho's go 

Chorus extended