Verse one: {lil' ya}
 
  
  I can never run out of bitches to right about it
 
 My forget they name but I got game
 
 That's how I get them out
 
 I told ya bout demetrice, evet, and sabrina
 
 Never gave you the low on this stank hoe
 
 Katrina I seen her, walkin' out the melph by herself
 
 She's a bad bitch from uptown who lived in the melph
 
 I introduced myself it's the capital ya
 
 Ok? she asked me what I like to drink
 
 I told her alaza and by the way
 
 You need to pick up some of that foolishness
 
 It makes me hard, when I start I don't want to quit
 
 Man I punched this hoe, I wore the pussy out and
 
 Before I left, best believe I got them out
 
 I told you I'm a gangster and I just
 
 Don't quit so I'm a talk some mroe shit bout
 
 Another bitch I got partna out the three we call
 
 Him tee, now me and my nigga tee was fuckin' the same
 
 Bitch named nicky, nicky was the spanish type of bitch
 
 Who liked the sex, she was down for havin' sex
 
 But I was in it for her checks
 
 She lived near the nell, I told the bitch to give me some mail
 
 She took me to dinner, broke me off I ended up in her
 
 Now, yella boy you my nigga I know you don't trip
 
 But after the chorus won't ya brag for a bitch
  
 
 Chorus: {lil' ya}
  
 
 Lil' ya got a gangsta jazzy bitch
 
 Yella boy got a gangsta jazzy bitch
 
 Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy bitch
 
 But we lookin' for them bitches with them
 
 Real big butts
 
 {2x}
  
 
 Second verse: {yella boy}
  
 
 My story starts about my baby mama
 
 Mother fuck ya, I wish I never met ya
 
 Keep my name off ya, bam-mouse!
 
 I can shake it, cuz I caught ya loose
 
 I'm sick of tired of the right's to left's and
 
 The uppercuts I had to throw
 
 Now I'm goin' solo hoe
 
 Ya see, I want a popper from the south
 
 So she work her mouth, plus my long dick
 
 Make her scream and shout
 
 Now where the big booty bitches who can really bounce
 
 Stroke it up at the teli or at my house
 
 I like to tear them hoes up when I'm full of
 
 That dope, servin' up with the dick down they throat
 
 Like scope, I'm come through like a gun at the head
 
 Hold the noise, let's get busy fuck the jeep check
 
 I'm down with dackaree go down the pussy
 
 Dizzy, now tell me do you feel the heat in yo stomach dizzy
 
 Break it off for the record let my boy's hit it
 
 Fuck a nice, I want a real freaky bitch
 
 Cuz I'm a gee runnin' game catch the m o four
 
 To be with me you got to be low down and dirty hoe
 
 Pussy weigh uptown cuz I'm a clown
 
 Turnin' you bitches smile into a frown
 
 Undercover freak I brought ya self-sex out
 
 Skeet skeet from yo hip to yo titte hoe
 
 I want the whole nine yard's plus yo heart hoe
 
 I want ya to back the fuck up
 
 Take a step back hoe
 
 It's the fella with the chuck's
 
 Comin' to rip wrap up them bitches
 
 On the floor with the hoe bro
 
 You see me in the mall spendin' what the fuck I want hoe
 
 All xl polo's with boo-koo thirty six waist girbauds
  
 
 Chorus: {2x}
  
 
 Third verse: {tec-9}
  
 
 From the nine-five to the nine-six
 
 I switched around my life
 
 Last night I fucked kangol's wife
 
 It's like over and over
 
 We twerk it on up
 
 Got to keep my eye's on these bitches
 
 Out for my riches
 
 They need they hair fixed and start to schemenin'
 
 Them dirty hoes
 
 Tec-9 what ya like? I like a pretty little bitch
 
 Tec-9 what ya like? I like a fine ass bitch
 
 Tec-9 what ya like? well as a matter of fact I like a bitch
 
 Who ain't afraid to suck the bozack
 
 My bitches is trippin' , got a mind full of silly games
 
 It's such a shame I had to diss the hoe
 
 Now I'll be solo now picture me
 
 Pimpin' a flock of hoes got 'em workin' on the streets
 
 And I'm at home gettin' my dicked sucked up
 
 Under the sheets I stroke the pussy
 
 To left I stroke the pussy to the right
 
 Hot blowed, I'm releasin'' down yo throat
 
 It's four thirty in the mornin' got to make it home
 
 Before my wife wakes up and know she sleep alone
 
 It's the same rotation as I apply the penetration
 
 To yo body, I'm smokin' I'm fatty the moment is right
 
 You call me daddy, it's like over and over
 
 You twerk it on up but we lookin' for
 
 Them bitches with the real big butts
 
 Now the sweat from your forehead is
 
 Drippin' in my chest no fakin' no more
 
 Because you know you dealin' with the best
 
 You want a key to my pad, but you tweekin'
 
 You try'na find a way to straight trap me
  
 
 Chorus: {2x}