Paul Wall - Just A Touch (Remix) lyrics

Yeah! It's 50! [Chorus: 50 Cent] She got a have it man she powder her nose And you can see she was a freak I suppose She in the telly she use all three holes Man you know me I just go with the flow Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit [Verse 1: 50 Cent] And it's on, up and down she like to ride on top Fast, prayin that the condom pop That's foul, but f** it it's all hood to me Now Hollywood's been real real good to me Now who gives a f** if a b**h just ain't sh** In the whip she gives CPR to my dick You losin 'em baby, get 'em up quick This role play I'm really gettin into this sh** In the telly on all fours I'm ridin that horse Screamin WOO HA! till my voice is lost Call me 50 call me daddy you can call me the boss My dick XXL you can call me The Source You can lie 'bout my performance and give bad reviews A quickie suppose to be quick b**h I kept on my shoes Oh you thought we had a love thing girl you confused Don't listen to the gossip it's never ever true They say I do things that I never ever do On the radio, they say me and you a item Nas fall in love with hoes me I just like 'em I can't be your man Paris head game great And Eve's usin dil*os on her s** tape Ashanti's lil' a** bu*t naked in the truck These b**hes is poppin off why would I tie myself up At the Super Bowl Janet Jackson showed me a tit Other n***as saw it but I felt she showed me it Times is hard in the yard baby this is real sh** My record sales slow, I'm a show you my dick [Chorus] [Verse 2: Paul Wall] It's Paul Wall Baby I'm a let you know what it do, you know what I'm talking about? I've give these b**hes the pipe They take a puff and they addicted for life Gon' kiss the mic, but baby girl just don't bite Hitting who*es from the back, it's more addicting then crack That's why I'm f**ing every night and skeeting nut on they back I'm addicted to groupie love, ménage three ain't new I treat these boppers like my music; all I want is to screw So when I come through, you know I'm armed with both straps One filled with hollow tips, the other in the gold pack You could call me "Southern Slaughter" when I beat a b**h out It's like war under them sheets, I leave these who*es shell shocked I have them sitting sideways, and walking sideways Beat it up and skeet it up and leave they mind in a daze I'm a professional ladies man, player at leisure Hit it twice and she might f** around and start having seizures who*es tell me I'm the champ, they got they eyes on my prize My track record tells that all this all truth, no lies I'm Paul Wall baby [Chorus:] She got a have it man she powder her nose And you can see she was a freak I suppose She in the telly she use all three holes Man you know me I just go with the flow Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit [Bridge:] Wait a minute baby hold on, I'm just tryin to fix the camera You know, relax, ha ha h, I'm comin, yeah It's on you got the water in the tub Wanna get in the tub, ha ha ha ha [Chorus:] She got a have it man she powder her nose And you can see she was a freak I suppose She in the telly she use all three holes Man you know me I just go with the flow Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit, and it's on