[Intro]
Son, you smell that? What's that?
I smell p**y. Is that you Irv?
I smell p**y. Is that you Ja?
I smell p**y - Is that you Black?
I smell p**y. Is that you Tah?
Y'all n***as is p**y
I'm balling out n***a now watch me (watch me)
Ain't nothing you can do to stop me
Y'all n***as get so emotional
You remind me of my b**h...
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It's not of my nature to make a commitment, so let me breathe
What she doesn't understand - catch attitudes when I leave her
My other relations just make it harder for me to accept her as my own
She tries to tie up my phone and
I'm not at home; she's thinking I'm not alone
Probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin' to tie her up but see
It's hard to f** with somebody after she touches me
Mami, I'm not your regular n***a; I know the game
But I don't play by the rules; I'm focusing on my moves
That way I will never lose
See, I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Bentleys with 22s
You say I confuse you play little tricks with your head
Catching feelings ever since the first time I slept in your bed, hun
I'm not here to tease you, mislead you, or sell you dreams
I can't say I love you I don't know what that means
I'm a pimp
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
Baby you know I like when you climb on top
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
When I first met her, I did anything to get her
Paid all her bills and filled her refrigerator
Reminiscing on late nights when I tried to lay up
But couldn't get off, cause your baby would stay up
She even crashed the whip, tryin' to switch in the third lane
That's when I realized, this b**h was a bird brain
A pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in prison
Sing-Sing is where he been in
She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels
Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil
Motorbikes and grams of fishscale
So 9-to-5 n***as was no frills
Turning young n***as with principles to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was d**h threats
That b**h got the best s** - all across the globe
And the b**h head game was out of control
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I wonder when I'm gone if you miss me
Or do you miss that Don Perignon and that Christy
I'm f**in with you
I'm feeling your shape; I'm feeling your eyes
Later on, I'm feeling your a** and feeling your thighs
Sweetheart, you book smart and street smart
I knew you was my type from the very, very start
I'm in to tongue kissing; foreplay all day
Momma ain't home, so the noise is okay
ODB - you know we like it the raw way
Latex; safe s**; no hickeys on the neck
Now you're learning
The lords blesses make me wiser as the world's turning
My tongue touch the right spot; I'll have your toes curling
Whether we just kicking it or we s**ing
I'm a pro, baby girl; I spit game to perfection
So when n***as make mistakes, I correct 'em and
When n***as get out of line, I check them man
[Hook x2]