[Hook] 4x
(s** my p**y n***a!) Hell naw, f** you!
["Get Buck" chant in the background]
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
We be up in the club
Me and my n***as fresh as a gucci store
Booties of some cutie hoochies
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I'm 'bout my pimpin' so I need to find some girlfriend
Call up on a pile of weed and a couple of fifths of gin
Find a cool spot that too hot for the crooked cops
... n***as (?) some pot, junkies smoking rocks
Meet me on da block, what you want? Black ...
(?) s**y brown-brown
Put your cheese down-down
... down town
In the bed she clown-clown
[Hook] 4x
(s** my p**y n***a!) Hell naw, f** you!
[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
Sometimes I be wantin' to take my fist
And beat these b**hes badly
These b**hes be playin' more games
Than motherf**ing Milton Bradley
I'll never be payin' a fine
Till this b**h is on my mind
I'm hittin' it all the time
Cause all of the b**hes are mine
Like I said, n***a keep a third eye on your track because
I'm jumping the strategy ... f** with my count
You better make this sh** leave
Get your a** up from under the sheets
And get this deep rear relieve
She cuss b**h, I don't wanna hear no stories
That's when I get in them draws
I'm leavin' the blaze of glory
Cause the k**ers are k**in' the coochie
The hoochies are gettin' up outta them clothes
I'd never be lovin' s*ut and I never would propose
I'm spittin' this gangsta sh**
To all you degraded n***a fake hoes
[Hook] 4x
(s** my p**y n***a!) Hell naw, f** you!