independent women - charles hamilton lyrics
[intro:]
well, well, well. guess who’s back… on your desktop. (he hah) yea… yea i got a lot to say you better believe it. (he ha ha) first things first: ah, where my women at?
[chorus:]
how many ladies in the house?
how many ladies in the house without a spouse? (you know!)
something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused
something-something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused
on that independent sh-t, on that independent sh-t
on that independent sh-t, on that independent sh-t
[verse 1:]
i’m back with another one
god i’m sick of rap made of bubble gum
i promise i can black ’cause it’s f-cking fun
i’m a casket for tragic accidents that you can rappers
are you all rap when i spew off facts?
hey ladies. i’m the rap val venus
if it’s in the future then believe it i’ll see it
charles hamilton: is he f-cking tila tequila?
puffing weed at the speaker because the beat isn’t weeded
f-cking with me because of the heat that i’m stuck with speaking
nymphomania; master debating
b-st-rds hating ’cause i’m p-ss graduation
act mad. okay i give in. i succ-mb to the hate
so i won’t have to come in your face, straight
give me robin rihanna and a bong of some ganja
i will probably just sit proper jotting my nonsense like
[chorus:]
how many ladies in the house?
how many ladies in the house without a spouse?
how many ladies in the house?
how many ladies in the house without a spouse?
(i’m on interscope but i’m…)
on that independent sh-t (yea) on that independent sh-t (yea!)
on that independent sh-t (i’m back) on that independent sh-t
[verse 2:]
d-mn, why they wanna stick me ’cause i’m handsome?
d-mn son, i’m feeling as if fifty is my grandson
this whole game is tight ’cause i’m silent
but they step away from the mic when i’m rhyming
ladies: am i a guy with a v-g-n-?
a chick with a stick to get rid of these pr-cks
i should’ve signed to after-hermaph
i’m not a rapper i’m just a jack-ss with cash
dag. did i grow up with a dad?
sad: i only make sense on wax
but just like wax, vinyl i black
until i’m in ya ears, i know: i’m wack
could’ve been a wine-o why? to try crack?
i just write crack; tonight, the sky asked if
i could get fly to find a climax of your senses
i’m back, did you miss it?
[chorus:]
how many ladies in the house?
how many ladies in the house with a spouse?
something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused.
what you about? (holla)
on that independent sh-t
trade it all, trade it all, trade it all.
you ever wonder what it all really means.
you wonder if you’ll ever find your dreams?
[verse 3:]
i’m only blacking now ’cause that’s what i ought to do
sitting in a chair with wheels but no auto-tune
sorry wayne i admit i’m not as smart as you
all i do is spend my time talking to all of you
haters give me your number and i will be calling you
don’t wanna talk? don’t hit me up i’m ignoring you
in the hood i grew down and we dodged jake
so i embrace the hate and never dodge fake
for god’s sake i’m enjoy my finance
and i act like a little boy ’cause i can
but the label might drop my -ss
i got punched by a girl, who would cop my -ss?
maybe the cops if i dropped her -ss
but i’m the one who paid for briana’s boxing cl-ss
that night was too hot to smash
but two nights later my god! i spazed! so…
[chorus:]
how many ladies in the house?
how many ladies in the house with a spouse?
something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused.
what you about?
on that independent sh-t
trade it all for a husband and some kids
you ever wonder what it all really means
you wonder if you’ll ever find your dreams?
Random Song Lyrics :