Shake ya ass, but watch yourself Shake ya ass, show me what you workin with [Verse 1] I came here with my dick in my hand Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo' ass; be cool And don't worry bout how I'm rippin this shit When I'm flippin what I'm kickin nigga, that's just what I do I'm effervesecet and I'm off that crescent Nastier than a full grown German Shepherd; motherfucker keep steppin They don't fuck with me and they don't Y'all bitches cant catch me and you won't Pay ya fare, fix ya hair, throw that pussy Got Prada for my boonapalist, and?? You think I'm trickin? Bitch, I ain't trippin I'm buyin if you got nice curves for your iceberg Drinkin Henn and actin like it do somethin to me Hope this indecent proposal make you do somethin with me Fuck a dollar girl, pick up fifty And fuck that coward you need a real nigga Off top knick-a-boxers hurtin shit Bend over hoe; show me what you workin with! Chocolate and bowlegged - when I'm runnin up behind her!! Go head get ya pop-a-lock let the cock out For girl don't lie you know you wanna go back to my house "The Man Right Chea" wanna get under that dress right there You spicy cajun we gon' a good time over there You better suck the head on them there crawfish And you gotta bend all the way over to dance off this Handle yo' business but I know you do it way better, you dead wrong So if you talkin bout how niggaz make noise when you pass by get yo' fine ass on the floor girl this yo' fuckin song! Do yo' thang dont be scared, cause you gon' get served You get mine then you gon' get yours Bout to make yo' ass love it Raise it up, show the G-string hustlin hustlin [Chorus].
Plato, si mon, you want static When you reach for your gat to load your automatic boo-yaa!! It's on Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was pop warner Still had the forty, comin at the alley Seen the chief's son, pig officer o'malley, oink In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on That pig better suck a la chrome p. A scooby doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all doobie doo! A scooby doo y'all, scooby doo y'all! A scooby doo y'all, a scooby doobie doo y'all Verse three: b-real Six rollin up and now he's really baffled Brother's thinkin 'damn I never got this gaffled' to' up Beat down down on the way to the station Gaffled up from a false accusation Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya Wet ya, you know homes the picture yeah you never been to jail boy!