Damn damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it
Verse 1: Now you can tell my stilettos cost about nine hundred I'm in Miami actin ghetto hollerin out Shy run it And you can see I hold the crown ain't no taken it from me I let my chain hang down from my neck to my tummy I got a pet pink poodle named FiFi I love taking pictures cause these bitches wanna be me I only swim in Donatella or some Givenchy You can catch me on the yacht we chasin vodka wit some Fiji You bitches ain't know I do this shit for fun My daddy got that paper I been rich since I was one Been living in them mansions been soaking up the sun Can see me in that Rolls or that Ferrari either one Before you try to holla at me know I'm bout that paper And I'ma I'ma a hustler I don't need no package saver They feelin all my flava and that ass so plush Before you take a look make sure them haters don't touch I got 'em sayin'
Hook: Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like blam got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it
Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it
Smoke's Rap: She's a ten in them nines with stilettos With a figure 8 frame in them 7 jeans 6-5-4-3-2-1 Let's go She's a trophy I put her on a pedestal Damn the can be feelin the way it shake I wanna jam it in her jello Anything for me she want it Like a beast she be so funky you can see it from the front She got more ass than a team of donkeys Itty bitty waist like a bumble bee Titties plump please Dolly Parton up When she walk through and make way for the double D's I love that pretty brown round
She shaking got me shook Cause her print so fat between her thighs It look just like a camel foot Can I look can I rub it Matter fact fuck that let me cut it Can I touch it can I grab it That hairy nappy fat rabbit Meet me there I take a flight Your dark chocolate fittin to be up in the air like a kite Caught up in the Chicago wind Just to be up in your guts from dust to dawn Humpin like a camel back From am from pm from pm to am I'll beat it up like a punching bag
Hook: Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like blam got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it
Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it
Verse 3: Hold up wait a minute step back let a nigga just catch my breath Got 'em all up on it want it Watch it go right to left Watch it go up and down like that Watch it go front to back Hope it don't hurt too bad Cause it's gonna make me mad You like it how I do it fast Love it how I do it slow They Like it how I move it up and down and make that booty roll They see that pussy swoll It be so juicy Ohh He said he wanna try to take me home and eat that pussy whole Said he never had the chance But he gotta have a taste And he was like a kid and I was like shit I just wanna ride the face And that's just how I play 'em I ain't never been out to lay 'em My shit's so mean up in them jeans And now I gotta 'em sayin
Hook: Damn damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like blam got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it
(intro 2x) What can I do.. Cause I can't keep from drinkin this yak And I can't keep from smokin dem sacks Am I a fool What can I do.. Cause they be callin me all the time And I think I'm gonna lose my mind What can I do
(verse 1) Damn... I'm fucked up again and I think I'm finna throw my guts up again But I can't move cause I'm stuck off the Gin and the Henn and Bicardi and Remy, lets hit the party its in me And I still got a fifth of sommo whiskey Tipsy, feelin real shiesty and risky Bangin a bitch if she wanna get frisky Niggaz wanna get up on the fifth lets go! Niggaz wanna get up on a O lets roll Niggaz got da 50s of da dro and they swole Put it in da Swisher finna smoke it like whoa Dont understand me I don't want a Grammy Just hand me a hand fulla goddamn whammys Fluffed out and fancy packed where dat Yancy Now ride bumpin How High in da Camry. Whoa!
(chorus - Missy) Dude... I stay so high... I can't stop drinkin.. I feel like a fool am I losin my mind Baby Bubba I'm Dude... I stay so high... I can't stop drinkin.. I feel like a fool am I losin my mind
(verse 2 - Shawnna) Aint gon front like I don't smoke huff Thats prob' why a muhfucka throw so rough I drink dark liquor so I think I'm tough
(Verse 1) Now I was rocking this party in the hundreds wilding You know where them killaz get right and rock a party From Friday to Saturday night Fifth of remy I'm scum and still hold the mic I tried to put it down, and say that I'm cool But they give it back to me and say continue Thats the thing about hundreds they never give up On the drug and the music and all that hood stuff That makes ya life worth hustling for Projects is the crowd, the crowd that I draw Never am I fake, and never ever shall I be Aint a chicken alive that can deal with me And if you think your the one, that can deal with this well you a... bets prepare cause I spit that shit
(Chorus) Kick this one for Southside Kick this one for the Westside Now kick this here for me and my city
(Verse 2) Yo I was chilling in the 50, minding my own When this braod walked up with a chrome microphone She said "hey bitch look up, I heard about you so here a microphone let's see what you can do"
So I took the microphone, and I threw it to the bar Cause I need no assist when it comes to going hard When I start to rap, she start to shake She sort of confront me was truely a mistake So she picked the mircophone up, and I took me a shot And before I turned around that bitch was down the block, Now
(Chorus) Kick this one for oakyell Now kick this one for the low end Now kick this one here for me and my city
(Verse 3) Now when I'm on stage, everyone start choking Is it what I'm saying, or is it what I'm smoking? 50-50 chane is what I'm blowin And at the same time DTP got 'em open If you can get hype, and sort of like loud Yo Jay Cee kick this one for the crowd I been to lots of parties, mostly off a pound And one thing I notice my niggaz get down So Hip-Hopper (Hip-Hoppers) from all around Look what the fuck they found
(Chorus) Kick this one for Chi-Town Kick this one for the Wild Wild Now kick this one here for me and my niggaz
[Intro] See... I wanna get next to you, freak ya body Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah My super freak I wanna get next to you, freak ya body Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah
[Verse 1] I ain't even like them other types I'm like a thug nigga but I don't fuck with dykes Call me your undercover lover, I do want you like We can do it anyway, anyhow, any night, so tight And you can feel it in your dreams, don't cha I gotta drug habit for ya like a fiend, won't cha Anticipate the point to I see ya, put the squeeze on ya I cop a fifth and take a sip and put the please on ya (ooooh) You got me thinkin bout you and I'm gone And I don't smoke no cigarette, but I be in the zone My fam jokin cause I'm always on the phone Tellin me to get the business when you get home You know that... oooh, aaaw Baby boy I know you feelin it too, bout to do what ever... you, like Getting lose while we sippin the goose You got me feelin like...
[Chorus] My super freak I wanna get next to you, freak ya body My Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah My super freak I wanna get next to you, freak ya body My Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah
[Verse 2] Now the boy got me wide open The kinda the way he get up close and get my thighs open You the, uhh uhh, when we start movin This nigga got me make love with my eyes open Keepin goin with up and down, back and forth And the side and around and he askin more And he tying me down the backboard And it sound like we tearing down the back wall And I ain't trying the play your mind shawty I'm trying get up in ya mind and make you mine shawty And ask my best frend if you think I'm lying shawty You got your game right and I think you're fine shawty, for real And you ain't trippin off my record deal Or how I'm lookin in my picuters with my sex appeal We in the Chevy dro'ed out playin 'Let's Chill' I got some orange juice ready for them X pills Still...
[Verse 3] Now we back to the handcuffin Bed banging down crazy cause I can't touch him He got a way he wanna lay me with my legs up, and A super freak and ooh baby I ain't sayin nothing I'll be you private dancer watch the way the booty drop And you can throw that thang back and make the booty pop And we can get the freak and freakin with the oohcie-waa I like the way he licky-licky with the juicy pop And when I get on top...
[Chorus] I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl.
I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl.
[Shawnna: Verse 1] You know u n**** want a b**** like me Diamond wit the white beader rockin nikes N****s in the hood wanna call her wifey If u got a pretty dolla then I probly might be
You n****s popin collars y yo b****es pop ps I'm goin' do this for my riders that get down and pop e Think u can pop me man u need to stop please See me flyin' through yo hood in a drop top v
I'm in the pop top three And ma pops got gs Say the watch got chilly And the rocks got freeze
And u broads act silly Tryin' jack my steam You slippin' and I'm pimpin' and yo boy chose me And now he hollin' hey lil' mama can u give me a sip
Tryin' lick somethin' somethin' bout as big a yo leg Dis n**** yawn while he talkin so I knew he was red And bout six in the mornin' he forgot what he said and I was
[Chorus]
[Shawnna: Verse 2] You know I keep that 4 5 woofer in my trunk And I turn it to the max so u can feel it when it bump When u go to DTP we give the people what they want And when I come to hustle man u know we aint no punk
And you catch me in the town we blowin' dro and gettin' drunk And when we hit the party man u know we keep it crunk Yo n**** actin' tough he on the flow and getting stomped Don't act like u ain't know now tell yo hoe to pa** the blunt
You b****es wanna be me cause u know that I'm the s*** You see me on the t.v cause I roll wit Ludacris Don't hate shawnna baby just be mad at who u wit (who u wit) I keep a couple handles so u know im to legit (to legit)
Just so you understand it so u know I'm bout that bread (i'm bout that bread) And don't you try to play me for no joke about my cash (about my cash) Before I get the tip I get the heat up out the stash (up out the stash) I hit em on the lo and shawty this is what he said (what he said)
verse 1) You know I keep it Dickie down get it to my toe And when you see me reachin fa that itchy hit da flo' It me and all my girls and they got us at the door That queen kickin in do this nigga really know We push 'em to da side and we make it through the club They try to show me love, erebody want a hug And now they tryin to hit me wit the bottles of the bub But I be rollin sticky shawty hit me wit da dub And now I got my hands up feelin real tight We pourin out the Cognac buckin where the light The dj shout me out and now they want me on the mic Before I hit the stage I see some niggaz finna fight And now they on they monkey bone missin in my flow But yo I know you heard about the niggaz from the go Roll up anotha B I see 'em slick its on the low Here come security they tryin to kick us out the door. Oh
(chorus) Tryin to find out where the party at Got a couple of them stacks finna mix it wit the Co-ni-ac Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute I'm at the club where the V.I.P Stupid niggaz at the door tryin to say they wanna see I.D Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute
(verse 2) I'm big balla but I don't drink champagne White mink to da flo' color cocaine Gator boots and the belt wit the low frame Candy coated Monte Carlo wit the upgrain Weight a minute now they wanna see a bitch ball I'm iced out from my tittie to my tip toe We at the bar finna but the whole thang out And if somebody wanna start we can bang out I let my chain swang down to my waistline I won't dance we just move the baseline And tell a nigga weight a minute 'fore I take mine 'Fore we do you like a victim of a hate crime Its DTP I know you seen me in the video If I ain't rappin then I'm scratchin off a serial I'm bout to get this thang crackin out the sterio You want a bitch to make it happen nigga here it go Weight a minute Uh
(chorus)
(verse 3) You get posted up in the club wit a white tee A hood nigga keep a fitted and some Nikes You know the steez wanna pull a bitch like me And take me home try to turn we into wifey But I ain't wit it gotta show a nigga who I be You bought a bottle for the crew, we buyin two or three Just tryin to show you how we do the thang usually I holla to my nigga Weezy Wee and Deucie D Now let my bitches in the club 'fore we shut it down And matter fact g where I'm from they don't come around And now they got me on Bicardi and the butta brown And everybody in the party wanna run around But I ain't trippin park the Chevy half a mile away I hit up Tone told her meet me down on Calloway She got the kind, she got the Remy and the Alize My head spinnin still bendin what I'm tryin to say Weight a minute
(chorus)
Now these niggaz always tryin to fuck Steady grabbin on my butt some think it no but I ain't a slut Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute Now I think I had too many to drink You tryin to get me but you cant, check yaself or get ya fitted yanked Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute
[Ludacris] I do it all night [x2] I do it [x2] Do it All night I make'em say Oh [x4] Gimme some more I do it all night
My whip is all white I don't have a couple drinks & I got a 'lil buzz so I'm feelin
Alright But the night is just getting started Haters get disregarded Roll up them sweet creep creep Let's hit this street and get retarded I pop a bunch of bottles My bitch would be poppin' too Keep talkin out your face, She might be poppin you She might be pop blockin' droppin down to the floor with it Meanwhile all my dogs chasing paper thats right we go get it So get it right Kill the lights I'm feelin' like I might just pop a pill tonight 'Cause the feelin's right Pass me a Miller Light Shen grab that girl with that Coke bottle shape She's my type I take her home and do the do I know the Kamasutra think what I do to you Stick to you like superglue maybe even like a buble gum Don't sleep woman no matter how many times I come
I do it all night [x2] I do it [x2] Do it All night I make'em say Oh [x4] Gimme some more
[Shawnna] [Chorus] I do it all night [x2] I do it [x2] Do it All night I make'em cash Oh [x4] Gimme some more
I do it all night And I ride'em long pads Maybe little crib could ask I'm gonna ask his shortie what that mouth
Had Tell me if he's out of sight Tell me if he's slow and long Maybe ladies do give his turn get bub maybe you're wrong But I'm really gonna show you right Tell me where you wanna go tonight Anywhere anyplace I can see in your face you are the prototype Tellin'em like I'm so so hot So so feelin' like I'm so so right Please tell me why the jokes on fire I can't stop zoning & I don't
Know why Beep Beep Get about my land Ya hoes can't do it like me If ya thinkin I'm 'bout the game Take a look of myou and 80 This is why I'm black on deck but don't get it twisted but strap on
Deck The mad on deck the pack on deck And down there they keep a rack on deck And there's no chairs there's no we there's no hoover & there's no me There's they would dem mass MC and there's messin'dem caddie and
There's on three No matter they say I'm gettin my break Gettin' my paper Get my cheque But anybody wanna try to ass up And gettin some heat
[Ludacris] How many woman can I feed up in my caddillac So how I can see feelin' like I got cataract Some in the middle with ice say I get drunk And don't know how to act I don't know how to act
[Shawnna] He don't know how to act And I don't know how to stop And I don't know how to quit Blowin' on in the trouble zone Now we need another field And I mean up out my man Now I mean up out my body So have do this all night 'Cause you're comin' with me shorty
[Intro] Awww yeah, welcome back to "Battle of the Sexes Radio" where it is 12:45 in the A.M. and Disturbing Tha Peace is our in-studio guest Our hotline is lit the fuck up with people with relationship issues Caller #1, you're on the air Yeah man, y'all tell me if I'm crazy cause this girl in here trippin Y'knowmsayin? I'm a real man, I take care of home I take care of my kids, I'll pay all my bills I mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? So how can I break this down to her? Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation?
[Ludacris] Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin sex Don't ever assume nothin, a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers! Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! Whatever happened to..?"
(Exactly, that's just what she need to hear)
[Interlude] You damn right playa, aight thank you for callin man Next caller Yeah I hear you but let's talk about the fake-ass brothers with the 24's but can't pay the note on they lease And my nigga with his iced-out chain but I can't get him to pay his damn child support That's why we makin mo' money, ownin our own property and ride just as nice So now, I guess if we want to, we can bail y'all too now, huh? Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one?
[Shawnna] Uhh, yo, get your mind right niggaz get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin the fifths and drinkin the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D.T.P. stay in the zone like we on PCP Chrome on the SS, Shawnna blow there recently Y'all niggaz ain't on my level, I do it so hood Pineapple and Belve', we feelin so good Lightning is so wood, I get my own stack That's why I leave him 200 and never call back
(That's right Shawnna, pussy rule the world!)
[Interlude] Yes it does, next caller what's up? Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit! All friends callin at 3:30 in the mornin Marcus don't wanna talk about no numbers Marcus wanna talk about that ass, and I ain't havin it! Y'all got somebody to talk to these women? Cause they need to be TAUGHT! I-20 you better talk to 'em!
[I-20] Yo, get your money right ladies, tell the man to get gone But you don't you show up to my crib with your period on This is lesson one baby, listen, how should I begin? Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth? I run the streets, and you trippin I don't make you feel safe I stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space I'm not sayin that it's fair but it's the way that it is Ain't no nigga tryin to marry you with four or five kids It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin my part, yeah
(Preach my brother, preach! I hope you women out there heard that!)
[Outro] And you better believe they did, it's millions of people listening But that's our show for this evening ladies and gentlemen I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, alright? (c'mon baby) Check us same time, same place tomorrow "Battle of the Sexes Radio" signing off Good niiiiight
{*phone rings twice*} [Ludacris] Hello? [Shawnna] Whassup? [Ludacris] What's up baby? [Shawnna] I need you right now [Ludacris] What you doin?
[Chorus: Shawnna] + (Ludacris) I'm all alone in my room, layin on my bed sheets Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy My body's so tight and I'm needin you to stretch me Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy (ha ha) Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy
[Ludacris] + (Shawnna) Well I'm way over on the Southside cruisin in the 'llac But I'ma make it to yo' crib in 'bout fo' minutes flat Keep talkin how you're talkin baby, what you got on? (I got a blace lace bra, leather boots and a thong) Well I'll be there in a double Expect when I step through the door that it's 'bout to be some muh'fuckin trouble (Ooh, what you gon' do?) Sweat you out 'til you thirsty Pin your body to the ground and have you beggin for mercy
[Shawnna] Ooh, baby wait a minute, you in my head If I'm woke or if I'm dreamin I see you in my bed 'Til you makin me MMM, and you makin me YEAH Now hurry up and make it to me cause you makin me wet
[Ludacris] I'm drivin fast as I can baby hold it together Cause when I get you in my arms I'ma hold you forever Get you wet as Niagara Falls, a rebel with a cause I'll be breakin down the do' so tell me where you are
[Chorus]
[Ludacris] See, you got me eager as a beaver See this the type shit get you the keys to the Beamer or some cheese if you need it Cause you got that good-good; you love it how I beat it like you stole it when you throw it cause we keep it hood-hood And I wish you would-would be my slave for the night We could turn the bedroom into my cave for the night
[Shawnna] I'll be yo' favorite delight And make me call you daddy while I'm takin the pipe You makin me bite after you push it too deep I need that type of lovin that'll put you to sleep I wish you could see
[Ludacris] Well I could see it if you want me to, we could get the camera We could roleplay, you the artist I'll be your manager You could be the nurse I'm the doc (doc fill me in) Play "cops and robbers" or "cowboys and Indians" In the end, let's say you won't know what hit ya Now I'm pullin in the driveway and comin to getcha!
[Chorus]
{*door opens and closes*} [Shawnna] Hey baby [Ludacris] What's up? [Shawnna] Took you long enough [Ludacris] Yeah, I'ma make it worth the wait though, lay down [Shawnna] Yeah... {*moans*} [Ludacris] Mm-hmm, yeah
[Ludacris] I do it all night [x2] I do it [x2] Do it All night I make'em say Oh [x4] Gimme some more I do it all night
My whip is all white I don't have a couple drinks & I got a 'lil buzz so I'm feelin
Alright But the night is just getting started Haters get disregarded Roll up them sweet creep creep Let's hit this street and get retarded I pop a bunch of bottles My bitch would be poppin' too Keep talkin out your face, She might be poppin you She might be pop blockin' droppin down to the floor with it Meanwhile all my dogs chasing paper thats right we go get it So get it right Kill the lights I'm feelin' like I might just pop a pill tonight 'Cause the feelin's right Pass me a Miller Light Shen grab that girl with that Coke bottle shape She's my type I take her home and do the do I know the Kamasutra think what I do to you Stick to you like superglue maybe even like a buble gum Don't sleep woman no matter how many times I come
I do it all night [x2] I do it [x2] Do it All night I make'em say Oh [x4] Gimme some more
[Shawnna] [Chorus] I do it all night [x2] I do it [x2] Do it All night I make'em cash Oh [x4] Gimme some more
I do it all night And I ride'em long pads Maybe little crib could ask I'm gonna ask his shortie what that mouth
Had Tell me if he's out of sight Tell me if he's slow and long Maybe ladies do give his turn get bub maybe you're wrong But I'm really gonna show you right Tell me where you wanna go tonight Anywhere anyplace I can see in your face you are the prototype Tellin'em like I'm so so hot So so feelin' like I'm so so right Please tell me why the jokes on fire I can't stop zoning & I don't
Know why Beep Beep Get about my land Ya hoes can't do it like me If ya thinkin I'm 'bout the game Take a look of myou and 80 This is why I'm black on deck but don't get it twisted but strap on
Deck The mad on deck the pack on deck And down there they keep a rack on deck And there's no chairs there's no we there's no hoover & there's no me There's they would dem mass MC and there's messin'dem caddie and
There's on three No matter they say I'm gettin my break Gettin' my paper Get my cheque But anybody wanna try to ass up And gettin some heat
[Ludacris] How many woman can I feed up in my caddillac So how I can see feelin' like I got cataract Some in the middle with ice say I get drunk And don't know how to act I don't know how to act
[Shawnna] He don't know how to act And I don't know how to stop And I don't know how to quit Blowin' on in the trouble zone Now we need another field And I mean up out my man Now I mean up out my body So have do this all night 'Cause you're comin' with me shorty
[Intro] Awww yeah, welcome back to "Battle of the Sexes Radio" where it is 12:45 in the A.M. and Disturbing Tha Peace is our in-studio guest Our hotline is lit the fuck up with people with relationship issues Caller #1, you're on the air Yeah man, y'all tell me if I'm crazy cause this girl in here trippin Y'knowmsayin? I'm a real man, I take care of home I take care of my kids, I'll pay all my bills I mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? So how can I break this down to her? Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation?
[Ludacris] Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin sex Don't ever assume nothin, a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers! Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! Whatever happened to..?"
(Exactly, that's just what she need to hear)
[Interlude] You damn right playa, aight thank you for callin man Next caller Yeah I hear you but let's talk about the fake-ass brothers with the 24's but can't pay the note on they lease And my nigga with his iced-out chain but I can't get him to pay his damn child support That's why we makin mo' money, ownin our own property and ride just as nice So now, I guess if we want to, we can bail y'all too now, huh? Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one?
[Shawnna] Uhh, yo, get your mind right niggaz get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin the fifths and drinkin the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D.T.P. stay in the zone like we on PCP Chrome on the SS, Shawnna blow there recently Y'all niggaz ain't on my level, I do it so hood Pineapple and Belve', we feelin so good Lightning is so wood, I get my own stack That's why I leave him 200 and never call back
(That's right Shawnna, pussy rule the world!)
[Interlude] Yes it does, next caller what's up? Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit! All friends callin at 3:30 in the mornin Marcus don't wanna talk about no numbers Marcus wanna talk about that ass, and I ain't havin it! Y'all got somebody to talk to these women? Cause they need to be TAUGHT! I-20 you better talk to 'em!
[I-20] Yo, get your money right ladies, tell the man to get gone But you don't you show up to my crib with your period on This is lesson one baby, listen, how should I begin? Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth? I run the streets, and you trippin I don't make you feel safe I stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space I'm not sayin that it's fair but it's the way that it is Ain't no nigga tryin to marry you with four or five kids It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin my part, yeah
(Preach my brother, preach! I hope you women out there heard that!)
[Outro] And you better believe they did, it's millions of people listening But that's our show for this evening ladies and gentlemen I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, alright? (c'mon baby) Check us same time, same place tomorrow "Battle of the Sexes Radio" signing off Good niiiiight
