[Intro] Rated R . . . (ah-hem) 2-4-1 (sho-nuff that them) Yea man (ha hah) Yeaa man (comin' up in the world) Club thicked and like what (everybody dawg) what? Gotta go to work tomorrow, too (me too!) I'm a have to hurry up and do what I do, fa' sho! 'Cause ah
[Chorus x2] I ain't even supposed to be in here ta nite But all these thick ass hoes here ta nite Niggaz in the back drinkin' yac smoking sac 'Cause ah - these hoes be fuckin' - what!!
[Verse] Fa' sho, like that bitch right there Red hair, yea, shake it like she don't care (uh) See them shoes on, dawg all the rules gone Baby girl leave that thong in ya own bone (okay) We wrong, you right, you a dog (you a dog) Lookin' at them girl wit them tight draws, boucin' off the wall She's up and down on a dick like a damn see-saw Go 'head and ride out (yea) Take the bitch to the honey comb hideout (yea) Gon' slide in then slide out (yea yea) Holla at ya, might throw a dolla' at ya (what) Yo man getting' mad bring the wallet at ya, c'mon 'Cause ah
[Chorus x2]
[Verse] Uhh, suck it, dick and nuts Catchin' niggaz in the Cutt like bitch what (what?) Sho-nuff she smoke and she drank And her cooch ain't stank got a big bank (damn!) think I ain't? Any nigga would (would) it's so good it's great It's like deuce, deuce and lake - money Who none-eh, as long as you keep it comin' (fa' sho) I'm a have a bitch runnin' (you know) 'Cause ah
[Chorus] I ain't even supposed to be in here ta nite But all these thick ass hoes here ta nite Niggaz in the back drinkin' yac smoking sac 'Cause they know they fin' to be fuckin' somethin'
[Verse] I ain't supposed to be in here ta nite But to make me cum you got to suck the pipe But let me hit ya from the back you God damn right Bitch what!? (bitch what!?) Are you actin' funny ta nite? Wit yo, pununy ta nite Well I'm a hit the strip club when they be runnin' it right Baby girl gon' holla at me soon as I hit the do' Stick-thick, where they at? 'Cause you know 'bout them hoe There's some outta town freaks from Orlando and shit But I don't give a fuck I like a thick thick bitch Light chocolate and ain't scared 'a dick Holla at me baby girl get wit ya shit Oooooh-ohhh, she know what to do The bitch right in here ain't nothin' but the truth I'll holla at ya baby 'cause you're bar-b-que and We all on the flo' like we out there screwin'
[Chorus x2]
[Outro] Yo girl be fuck-innn' Yo baby mama be fuck-innn' Yo sister them be fuck-innn' Yo aunt, she be fuck-innn' These hoes be fuckin' (what, what, what, what) These hoes be fuckin' (get it, standin' up and shit) These hoes be fuckin' (catch a nigga nuts and shit, sho-nuff) These hoes be fuckin' (already know) These hoes be fuckin' (who don't?) These hoes be fuckin' (get that ass on the flo') These hoes be fuckin' (hurry it up let's go) These hoes be fuckin' (uh-huh, huh) These hoes be fuckin' (Tampa bitch) These hoes be fuckin' (Tampa bitch) These hoes be fuckin' (gimme some gimme some) These hoes be fuckin'
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm) In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)Look I was raised in in the (ghetto) I got payed in the (ghetto) alot of gangsta's got made in the (ghetto) alot of wanksta's got, got in the (ghetto) got shot in the (ghetto)-but not popped in they metal I use to hang out with the ol' G's and peep game they use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change now it's eight years later and I run shit kiss the ring 'cause now I'm on some dumb shit and I ain't with that kissing ass shit dawg you owe me stacks, don't hold me back-I'm backin heat with the Heatmakers I can spitt it from the head I don't need a piece of loose sleeve paper you wonder why I never mix and mingle I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single and I don't know about ya'll but I'm workin and I don't know about you but I ain't hurtin'In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm) My neighborhood ain't shit like Mister Rogers cause in the(ghetto)niggaz quick to squabble everybody unemployed in the (ghetto)-well fair, health care shit the game ain't fair-alot of ya'll never come back to the (ghetto) 'cause ya'll greedy ass fuck niggaz don't take care of they kids they'd rather by a new truck you wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood cause when the D's post up it's goin down in the hood it's understood that more paper, bring more haters everybody wanna coach but we need more players in eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis I'm stepping out with Air Max with the regular lacesIn this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
[Intro] Rated R . . . (ah-hem) 2-4-1 (sho-nuff that them) Yea man (ha hah) Yeaa man (comin' up in the world) Club thicked and like what (everybody dawg) what? Gotta go to work tomorrow, too (me too!) I'm a have to hurry up and do what I do, fa' sho! 'Cause ah
[Chorus x2] I ain't even supposed to be in here ta nite But all these thick ass hoes here ta nite Niggaz in the back drinkin' yac smoking sac 'Cause ah - these hoes be fuckin' - what!!
[Verse] Fa' sho, like that bitch right there Red hair, yea, shake it like she don't care (uh) See them shoes on, dawg all the rules gone Baby girl leave that thong in ya own bone (okay) We wrong, you right, you a dog (you a dog) Lookin' at them girl wit them tight draws, boucin' off the wall She's up and down on a dick like a damn see-saw Go 'head and ride out (yea) Take the bitch to the honey comb hideout (yea) Gon' slide in then slide out (yea yea) Holla at ya, might throw a dolla' at ya (what) Yo man getting' mad bring the wallet at ya, c'mon 'Cause ah
[Chorus x2]
[Verse] Uhh, suck it, dick and nuts Catchin' niggaz in the Cutt like bitch what (what?) Sho-nuff she smoke and she drank And her cooch ain't stank got a big bank (damn!) think I ain't? Any nigga would (would) it's so good it's great It's like deuce, deuce and lake - money Who none-eh, as long as you keep it comin' (fa' sho) I'm a have a bitch runnin' (you know) 'Cause ah
[Chorus] I ain't even supposed to be in here ta nite But all these thick ass hoes here ta nite Niggaz in the back drinkin' yac smoking sac 'Cause they know they fin' to be fuckin' somethin'
[Verse] I ain't supposed to be in here ta nite But to make me cum you got to suck the pipe But let me hit ya from the back you God damn right Bitch what!? (bitch what!?) Are you actin' funny ta nite? Wit yo, pununy ta nite Well I'm a hit the strip club when they be runnin' it right Baby girl gon' holla at me soon as I hit the do' Stick-thick, where they at? 'Cause you know 'bout them hoe There's some outta town freaks from Orlando and shit But I don't give a fuck I like a thick thick bitch Light chocolate and ain't scared 'a dick Holla at me baby girl get wit ya shit Oooooh-ohhh, she know what to do The bitch right in here ain't nothin' but the truth I'll holla at ya baby 'cause you're bar-b-que and We all on the flo' like we out there screwin'
[Chorus x2]
[Outro] Yo girl be fuck-innn' Yo baby mama be fuck-innn' Yo sister them be fuck-innn' Yo aunt, she be fuck-innn' These hoes be fuckin' (what, what, what, what) These hoes be fuckin' (get it, standin' up and shit) These hoes be fuckin' (catch a nigga nuts and shit, sho-nuff) These hoes be fuckin' (already know) These hoes be fuckin' (who don't?) These hoes be fuckin' (get that ass on the flo') These hoes be fuckin' (hurry it up let's go) These hoes be fuckin' (uh-huh, huh) These hoes be fuckin' (Tampa bitch) These hoes be fuckin' (Tampa bitch) These hoes be fuckin' (gimme some gimme some) These hoes be fuckin'
