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Artist/Band: Biz Markie
Lyrics for Song: Hooker Got A Boyfriend
Lyrics for Album: All Samples Cleared [2000]



Aiyyo here's a tale, about a female I once messed with


Or better yet, skins that I swung eps with


Face full of grace, waist shaped like Vanessa


Del Rio, oh-me-oh, my but the heffer had


Big juicy lips, wide hips you had to call fat


Stacked back to mack, yo the hooker was all that


And lots more, and baby girl I had the hots for


But I'm really not sure, who she spread the twat for





Heard it was a kid across town named Hector


But I don't give a heck, so I still went and checked her


On the down low, he ain't around so


Out of sight, out of mind, get your coat and let's go


So we dipped, hopped in the whip and we was gone


Off to City Island cause they had it goin' on


Two yuks a foo, now the mood was set


Caviar at the bar, Red Star, Moet


Silk suits, spendin' loot like a straight up mack


When I felt somebody finger tappin' me on my back


And turn around quick, but before I could begin


All I seen was a big mac-10, aiyyo it's her boyfriend





[Chorus]


"Hooker got a boyfriend!"


"Why do she do this boyfriend?"


"Ohh ahhh why do she do this boyfriend?"





Check it, yo


I broke camp, ran like a champ, yep I jetted


Off to the trunk for the pump, time to set it


Money kept screamin' some crap that I dissed him


So I started lettin' off but I missed him


Honey got scared, and called the five-oh


So yo, you know the half Dukes, time for me to go


'Cause I ain't the type to be doin' no bid


For a dame or a lame-brained punk Spanish kid


So I chill, call the hooker up the next day


She told me come over yo, bet I'm on my way


Be there in a sec, yo I'm not too far


She said, "Park around the back so he don't see the car"


Met me at the door with a kiss and a smile


I said, "Sorry about last night, money kinda wild"


"Umm yeah I know, small thing don't worry"


Just show me to your room so we can do this in a hurry





Kissed her from her earlobes down to her chest


Went for the bellybutton and to hell with the rest


Got her butt-naked and before a second passed


I had her on the bed with my fingers up her {ahh!}


Now she's ready, set for a good steady bangin'


Until she looked down and seen Moby Dick hangin'


She told me, "Take it easy yo trust me just chill"


Knowin' once I get up in it yo I'm goin' for the kill


So she spread 'em, thick rich and creamy like mayo


Aiyyo, lay-o, the tip is on the way-o


Pinned her legs back, just about to slide in


When the door burst open {*SLAM*} damn it's her boyfriend!


Did it again!





[Chorus]





Now I'm mad, money done spoiled all the fun


On top of that he beefin' and he ain't got a gun


Flippin' the jibs, I guess he wanted to brawl


So I started hookin' all butt-naked and all


Threw a right, caught money dead in the jaw


Boom with the left and his fronts hit the floor


Now I had him, time to put his head for rest


So I beat him unconscious and I started gettin' dressed





Honey all hysterical and screamin' all hoarse


Said she seen a box car pullin' up in the yard


Just 'bout to jet, yo guess what I saw


Some old big black {hmmm} bust in the door


"Now hold up, what the hell you doin' in my house?


Get your ass off the floor, put your teeth in your mouth


Now everybody better be gone by the count of one


Look, better yet, why'all stay right here


I'm goin' to get my gun"


Now that's it! Enough is enough, I ain't with it


I'm catchin' mad beef and yo I ain't even hit it


Honey looked good and yo the buns was fat


But ain't a coochie in the whole world worth all that


So umm, I got my coat and I was on my way


That's when she started breakin' down, and beggin' me to stay


Knock it off, it ain't that much beggin' in the world


Next time I want some skins, I'll go and hit my own girl


Man I'm out, and I ain't tryin' to see you again


So eff you, eff your pops and your faggot-assed boyfriend!





[Chorus x2]


Album Lyrics: All Samples Cleared [2000]


Biz Markie
"All Samples Cleared [2000]"


1. Family Tree
2. Funk Is Back
3. Groovin'
4. Hooker Got A Boyfriend
5. I'm Singin'
6. Let Me Turn You On