Songtext von Rt. 40 Ho

Route 40 ho you got no place to go Except the backseat of his car Wouldn't get you very far You got 2 little kids with a drunk dad Who wasn't there to put food on my hotel bed You think fucking for money is where the living is at I got some shit to say about that Route 40 ho you got no place to go Except the backseat of his car Wouldn't get you very far Route 40 ho get the hell off of my street I don't like you hanging around so please retreat Get yourself cleaned up and get a good job Many things you can do without making your head bob Drinking, kneepads, suitcases and such I don't think your kids like you very much Route 40 ho you got no place to go Except the backseat of his car Wouldn't get you very far Route 40 ho get the hell off of my street I don't like you hanging around so please retreat Route 40 ho you got no place to go Except the backseat of his car Wouldn't get you very far Route 40 ho get the hell off of my street I don't like you hanging around so please retreat Route 40 ho