[Intro - Petey Pablo & Young Buck]
Cuz..
Whassup nigga?
If a muthafucka would have told me years ago
That the game today would be so fucked up..
Common holla at cha boi
That these muthafuckin niggas be runnin around here actin mo bitchy- fied
Bitch niggas..
Way more pantylines
I see these niggas man
Hehe.. Lord this shit crazy then a muthafucka, but u know what
Tonight we gon handle that shit, we gon bring this to ya spot yao
Ey yo speak on that shit!
[Verse 1 - Petey Pablo]
95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes
With Victoria Secret panties crammin that ass hole
Throwin the crooked finger dick ridin the west coast
Them some real soldiers
Y'all son of bitches, fonies
I called it like I called it
Think im wrong, step forward
And get yo mind pushed in a science class bucket
She in to tough talkin now that 50 got on
Quit fantisizing bout that man life, and live yo own
You ain't neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long
Probaly still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya
Tonite were gettin closure, im pointin out folks
Pullin niggas cards, exposin what ya hold
Im sorry if it feels you dont know me no more
Just had some shit on my mind,in my chest I had to get off
You can't judge a muthafuckin book by its cover
But I can spot a bitch a mile away
Pardon me brotha
Cuz..
Whassup nigga?
If a muthafucka would have told me years ago
That the game today would be so fucked up..
Common holla at cha boi
That these muthafuckin niggas be runnin around here actin mo bitchy- fied
Bitch niggas..
Way more pantylines
I see these niggas man
Hehe.. Lord this shit crazy then a muthafucka, but u know what
Tonight we gon handle that shit, we gon bring this to ya spot yao
Ey yo speak on that shit!
[Verse 1 - Petey Pablo]
95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes
With Victoria Secret panties crammin that ass hole
Throwin the crooked finger dick ridin the west coast
Them some real soldiers
Y'all son of bitches, fonies
I called it like I called it
Think im wrong, step forward
And get yo mind pushed in a science class bucket
She in to tough talkin now that 50 got on
Quit fantisizing bout that man life, and live yo own
You ain't neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long
Probaly still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya
Tonite were gettin closure, im pointin out folks
Pullin niggas cards, exposin what ya hold
Im sorry if it feels you dont know me no more
Just had some shit on my mind,in my chest I had to get off
You can't judge a muthafuckin book by its cover
But I can spot a bitch a mile away
Pardon me brotha
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