but, baby girl, I wanna fuck with you You the type to make a thug nigga turn lub a dub Mami, let me tell you, I ain't nothing like these other scrubs This H
Ooh, show, show, show me S-H-O me, me, all my ladies say, S-H-O me, me See I hear you over there talking loud and shit But can you B-A-C-K I-T U-P boy
that! the Mexicans all that Strike like a snake and attack like a bobcat [Verse 2: Baby Bash] Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't nothing worse They do it for
I know some of y'all niggas gon probably Have a problem with everything we say Bitch, g-e-t-o-f-f-m-y-d-i-c-k Always been the shit, so i'ma be the shit
another dummy quick. Homie tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip. I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain't getting nothing
quick. Homie tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip. I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain't getting nothing
t need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day
That?s why you?re standin? there actin? stuck up Holdin? up the wall, you got a misconception of men Thinkin? we?re all the same, full of games All because
while he chase her, trying to figuer out whether she faithful But the minute that he takes her, break them C-H-I-C taker He running round like he gangsta
cha head It goes down when me or my clique feel played Uptown - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head [B.G.] C-A-S-H-M-O-N-E-Y - that's my clique
in the pen Niggaz try'na take that ass, make it their girlfriends Na' eat that meat, fold my clothes 'cause all you niggaz ain't nothing but hoes [Baby
Pack your h*** u*, blow your back out You bad mouth, make 'em all believers Throwing rocks from a glass house, y'all ain't perfect either See that c*****
T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H... I said L-O-O-K A-T M-E B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H... L-O-O-K A-T M-E B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H... I said L-O-O-K A-T M-E B-I-
said eight, yo. Na, I don't think so. It's seven. Whatever, dude. It's the P-a-t-r-i-c-k with the t-h-c m d-m- a So listen while I wreck it Then listen
my treat paper Watching a man while he chase her Trying to figure out whether she faithful But the minute that he takes her, break them C H I C taker
, pimpin' ya curled up I head straight to the bar just to post up I roll the dro up, my cup mold up B**** don't just stand there wit ya nose up C'mon