n?) One time let's get it bucked ya heard me [Chorus: x4] Where dem hoes at? Where dem hoes at? Where dem niggaz in the Benz with the Mo's at? [
One time let's get it bucked ya heard me [Chorus: x4] Where dem hoes at? Where dem hoes at? Where dem niggaz in the Benz with the Mo's at? [Verse
rubber yep and get in the car and flip But hoes always know where your ride at Or at least where it was they notice the tire tracks now they flat So
you done done God One of the ghetto graduates, three men in here Ready to deliver, number one, all they internal sins On pen and paper, and right now, they
all in debt I had a load comin in at a quater till 9 I put my bitch on a train cause she tired of flyin I caught this nigga at the crib with his wife
club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me
in this bitch and I got the whole team beaming, gleaming These bitches looking like they can't believe what the fuck they seeing They jaws dropping and they
Aiyo, where my niggas at? Fuck, my niggas is at? Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at? Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun
a lizard Yo, my style was created from the tapes of boys and girls WHo had the second generation dubs of crews at Harlem World Like the Fearless, the Crush, the Furious Where
in a minute They're gonna get wet 'N' the boys are delighted Because all the titties Will get 'em upset 'N' they all think they are Reety-awright 'N' they
last time you seen him with some hot bitches See wat he say when you ask him where the hot bitch is Check they adam's apples nigga, they is nat bitches
I stick my wang in the Cotton hole and then I'm out Jump Steady, Rude Boy, nad Nate the Mack They huntin Cotton And Shaggy Shaggs knows where it's at
sic I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rylin me up For three years, they had me peein out of a cup Now they bout to
fuckin feed em First time they fuss I'm breezin Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?" I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch Better trust than believe em In the cut where
fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass with no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed To the
where the grass is really greener Warm, wet and wild, there must be something in the water Sipping gin and juice, laying underneath the palm trees The boys
you're really not scared You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare They'll kick you, then they beat you, Then they'll tell you it'