Lyrics
Sittin' at the stop light lookin at hoes
Peeping out this mother****er in her black
Girsauds Windows rolled up tight, top was closed
Blowin swisher sweet smoke out my nose
Open up the door and asked the mother****er what's up
Lookin' at me crazy,
I'm like mother****er what's up
She asked about my woman,
I said my woman at home
I asked about her pussy, she said her pussy was gone
I got my pencil and got her digits and things
And after three or four days
I gave that mother****er a ring
We started talkin and
I dropped some ************t
Gave her some game and now
I got that mother****er
Now she wants to give your homie some ass
But there's just one question
I got to ask [Verse 2]
I called my homie, told my homie it's on
Gotta few hoes that wanna moan and groan
They on they way
I just hung up the phone
And we gone be like
Marvin Gaye, mother****er, gettin' it on
But you gots to keep your head right
And make these niggaz feel at home
Cause these
Niggaz got they head tight
And furthermore, they bringin' niggaz
Just kick back mother****ers follow my lead [Verse 3]
Hung up the horn and the hoes arrived
Three tight young tenders, them hoes was live
Rolled herself a wooler, told her fade me true
Niggaz bustin at the seams of her
Daisy Dukes
Ass fatter than a mother****ing quota hoe
Ready to take one of these niggaz to the slaughterhouse
Got my mother****er shirt over my mother****er cuz it's hardened to shit
Cuz I get real daddy wantin to shit
It's about time to put the game in attack
Tapped and told her what's her name in the back
Got em in my room about to hop in the tub
My homie walked in, "shit, brad, what's up?"
TOld my homie put it down we spend to act a fool
The hoe said "cool, hop yo ass in the pool I wanna polish up your tool."
But it's just one thing before you do
Peeping out this mother****er in her black
Girsauds Windows rolled up tight, top was closed
Blowin swisher sweet smoke out my nose
Open up the door and asked the mother****er what's up
Lookin' at me crazy,
I'm like mother****er what's up
She asked about my woman,
I said my woman at home
I asked about her pussy, she said her pussy was gone
I got my pencil and got her digits and things
And after three or four days
I gave that mother****er a ring
We started talkin and
I dropped some ************t
Gave her some game and now
I got that mother****er
Now she wants to give your homie some ass
But there's just one question
I got to ask [Verse 2]
I called my homie, told my homie it's on
Gotta few hoes that wanna moan and groan
They on they way
I just hung up the phone
And we gone be like
Marvin Gaye, mother****er, gettin' it on
But you gots to keep your head right
And make these niggaz feel at home
Cause these
Niggaz got they head tight
And furthermore, they bringin' niggaz
Just kick back mother****ers follow my lead [Verse 3]
Hung up the horn and the hoes arrived
Three tight young tenders, them hoes was live
Rolled herself a wooler, told her fade me true
Niggaz bustin at the seams of her
Daisy Dukes
Ass fatter than a mother****ing quota hoe
Ready to take one of these niggaz to the slaughterhouse
Got my mother****er shirt over my mother****er cuz it's hardened to shit
Cuz I get real daddy wantin to shit
It's about time to put the game in attack
Tapped and told her what's her name in the back
Got em in my room about to hop in the tub
My homie walked in, "shit, brad, what's up?"
TOld my homie put it down we spend to act a fool
The hoe said "cool, hop yo ass in the pool I wanna polish up your tool."
But it's just one thing before you do