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Cheap Trick Ain T That A Shame

a ho I ain't no motherfucking ho [Trick:] What up, what up, should a surprised me [Chorus:] You walkin' like a ho, you talkin' like a ho You dressin' like a ho, actin' messy like a

who I'm talkin about (You know who I'm talkin about) that's right You ain't s**t without your homeboys You ain't s**t without your homeboys You ain't s**t

like a kufi, some rappers think that they live in a movie Until they get herpes or clap from a groupie And I don't need to shout you out, nigga you know

drive, stop, park, walk about three blocks To a peep-show booth and meet a girl named Ruth Wasn't sweating the shame, didn't use your real name Booked a

game is that? You got ways like a dame and how LAME is that? Actin like a groupie around famous cats And it's strange, you don't have no shame in that