it's no secret...
that I love Ludacris.
In my opinion he's the rapping Dr. Seuss.
Care to argue? Maybe you've never enjoyed the lyrics to
"You'z a Ho"
so take the time to enjoy them now:
You doing Ho activities
With Ho tendencies
Hos are your friends, Hos are your enemies
With Ho energy to do what you do
Blew what cha blew, screw what cha screw
Y'all professional like DJ Clue,
pulling on my coat tail
And why you think you take a Ho to a Ho-tel
Ho-tell everybody, even the mayor
Reach up in the sky for the Ho-zone layer
Now C'mon playa wants a Ho always
And Ho's neva close, they open like hallways
So here's the whole cake for your Ho Ho crew
And everybody wants some, cuz Ho's gotta eat too
You can't turn a Ho into a house wife
Hos don't act right
There's Ho's on a mission and there's Ho's on a crack pipe
Hey Ho, How you doin' Where you been?
Probly doing Ho stuff Cuz there you Ho again
It's a Ho wide world, that we livin' in
Feline feminine fantastical women
Not all, just some
You Ho who you are
There's Ho's in the room, there's Ho's in the car
There's Ho's on stage, there's Ho's by the bar
Ho's by near and Ho's by far (if that's not direct inspiration from Dr. Seuss I don't know what is).
I won't even get into the genius of Area Codes...a song that just names area codes that Ludacris has Hos in.
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