Twista - Some Ish lyrics

[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] Mmm, ain't this some sh**? I done popped me a pill with a b**h and a b**h And her b**h got a b**h And my b**h got a b**h and we all like Mmm, ain't this some sh**? I done popped me a pill with a b**h and a b**h And her b**h got a b**h And my b**h got a b**h and we all like [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] I just want a girl who love dem girls The same way that I do If she can cook and f** me good I just might say that "I do" And now I'm rolling, rolling, bussing If it's deuce, no discussion If you want it, go and get it If you don't know nothing, you know I'mma drink this drink Smoke this weed, I'mma get this bank I'mma get back home And my b**h stuck up like her sh** don't stink Want a freaky ho then we could get a hotel b**h is selling p**y and she's selling it for wholesale Baby tryna get a ring like a doorbell I lick the kitty if it's good and there's no smell I told her go slow Let's go somewhere that we could both go And bring some juice for me to mix with I'm about to try and run the distance [Hook] [Link: Sir Michael Rocks] Ladies They love them s**y ladies I'm f**ing with you baby I'm f**ing with you baby [Verse 2: Twista] I knew she was the best I would discover, she became my Bis**ual lover, bring her bada** friends with her up under the cover What she would do to her, I know she a freaky motherf**er She be super cool, mega thick, beau be thick and then we looking at a b**h, what she be talkin' about? "Mmm, she fine" So I let her holla at her, if she coming to the party I be talking bout "mmm, she mine" But she says she know another one That she can get it, she could go and get another one That she don't play around, sh**, I'mma go ahead Stay around until you go ahead, invite the other one Mikey Rocks with my n***a bumping in the whip I be on another sh**, so I know they coming with me [?] the kush up in the air With the molly and their body and they got em all touchy-feely Take a sip up out the double cup Cause I'm about to double up, triple up Quadruple up, all these bad b**hes with me And they running sh**, I don't know who to f** Don't matter, I hit it The women in love with the women, I'm with it They popping, they smoking, they open, I'm in it My life is exciting, you love it, I live it, go [Hook + Link] [Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks] So now you n***as wanna act like You got your girlfriend wrapped tight You motherf**ers, she don't act right Was sipping Remy with her last night My n***a, I'm jocking, nasty f**ing b**hes in the back seat I pull up on their n***as with the uzi Too much sugar in the Kool Aid I've got six cells and b**hes on my bumper It's resale and n***a, it's retail So know when we sell, you give me the good number I'ma have sh** juking all summer So what the f** you n***as want, man? Sweater with the gang sign I've got an allergy to fake n***as I could never let em take mine These hoes be talking and whispering Telling secrets through the grapevine You can't shine if you ain't bright So take your time 'fore you take flight Ain't this a trip Unless you wanna f** with the clique And I've got a bag of the dip You could put it in your gla**, we could sip like [Hook + Link x2]