[Verse 1: Tela]
It was this bitch that I knew back from '86
Graduated, made it from the college of dicks
Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me
Tryin' to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key
Naw hoe, I ain't po', where did my motherfuckas go?
I remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well
How the hell you been since I had no job
Hun wanted to give me some 'cause you know I flow and run for Suave
Nah, all of that was on the clout
No doubt y'all records spin, y'all shippin' in gold
It's cold on the outside lookin' In (Brrrr!)
Then you'd besta make yourself worthy
'Cause I got a click of n***as ready to get their johnson very dirty
You heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit
Ain't this a bitch? I remember when you would not give me shit
Now you down for them habits, put your numbers on the napkin
Make it snappy 'cause I got to go to the bathroom

[Chorus]
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin' that ass in the club, n***a what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin' that ass in the club,, n***a what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin that ass in the club,, n***a what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin' that ass in the club, n***a what?
[Verse 2: Eightball]
No different from the rest, she's just an ordinary hoe
Hair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo
Make it fast, takin' cash, shakin' ass in the mix
Tens turn to twenties, and twenties come from plenty tricks
N***as in love, can't stay out the club, all in the hoe face
But at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased
I see him in the back, countin up that chedder, talkin' loud
Smokin hay, makin' clouds, gettin ready for the crowd
I think I know one, I remember you, oh yes I do
Tryin' to highside on me and my crew, but ain't no love loss boo
What time the club close at three, what's up, you comin' with me?
We can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees
You want some cheese, hoe please, tricks don't stay at the suave house
Hoes around my nuts like knats, real dogs don't pay for cats
Dats
For real baby, recognize and show me love
Dig that shit, sho nuff

[Chorus]
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin that ass in the club n***a what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin that ass in the club, n***a what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin that ass in the club, n***a what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin that ass in the club, n***a what?
[Verse 3: MJG]
Well I be God damned, this stout ass hoe wants to get close to me
A few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me
Quoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow
Lookin for, confidants, and tickets to my next show
Check yo' bitch in these short ass pants and blow up dresses
I can tell they freaky with out three guesses
Oh yes it's very true
Your bitch'll be needin me, leavin you
Hell, now what the fuck is a n***a like me supposed to do
Let her loose or let her remain
Cause all she be lookin for is some fame
A bigger name, lil' Miss Thang with bigger game
And she claim she ain't heard my music, tryin to trick me
So I told that ho my name Bill Bixby, she still hit me
Now she, killin my dick softly with her mouth and I
Really just don't plan on takin it out, cause I
MJ fuckin G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin
They ass with no clothes like some pros, sho nuff

[Chorus]
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin that ass in the club n***a what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin that ass in the club, n***a what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin that ass in the club, n***a what?
Hoes with no clothes showin' love
Shakin that ass in the club, n***a what?