[Chorus - 2x]
Why you all in my business
Why you really really want to know the 4-1-1

Is it cause that my game's tight
I can scoop a (*##$ and $#&@ her on the same night


[Verse 1: High Beam]
It was a, Saturday evening bout seven at night
White T, white thongs pockets feeling alright

I got a, call from one of my carmel chicks
She said I mean be careful I think they talking on some hate %#@!
Despite the talk of the town, I'ma be there

For 45 minutes when you hear the horn come down
And when she climbed in, I received a kiss and a hug
In a minute take off your shoes on a white persian rug

Wave your number rolling going to get bent
Why they sure call thugs mugging I see him right through the tent
He had the nerve enough to tap on my glass

But he ain't had enough light to peek in but I almost blast his $$#
Is it cause that I'm known to bust
So quick to bump a bad (*##$ that y'all known to trust

So when you see me on them thangs in the cadillac truck
Man don't even know me when you see your (*##$ in the back or front


[Chorus - 2x]

[Verse 2: Todd Nitty]

Foul, god damn you hagging
Sixteen block my wall you want to block my magic
Now you wondering no what Nitty be doing

While these (*##$es trying to find out who am I screwing
And I'm so, sick and tired of the mother$#&@ing gossip
And I'm, sick and tired of the mother$#&@ing coppers

They actually post up at the end of my block
Take a hoe from her spot just for trying to plot


(*cop voice*)

[Todd Nitty]

And I'm like, damn friendly why you all on me
Man I'm out here slanging records %#@! I stopped selling weed
Tell me, are you mad cause you see what I drive

Or are you checking out these broads with the big $$# thighs
It be my main (*##$, getting on my last nerves
Closest now to the edge from getting kicked to the curb

She got a homegirl, all up in her hair
Maybe they just meant my hair's longer than her's


[Chorus - 2x]

[Twista]

And I'm, sick of them haters that be all in my %#@!
Everytime I turn around somebody always be talking bout Twist
Want to know who got a baby by me, what does he drive, where my tip

Be all in my bidness because they heard that I've been bumping they chick
I ain't no lie, if I scoop your (*##$ up
I will, If I get scratch from her

Fold it up, if I tell her bend over
She won't get up, if I give up the bunch
What you need to know fo', you the player po-po

Steady beeking and poking paranoia smoking on too much doe-doe
Creeping all in my bid' no since I first splurged on a Rego
I got birds when I see you, I'm starting to think you work for them people

Hurt 'em when I tell 'em, I think you better ease up, cause everybody
Know you no G when it come to the money put some g's up
Until you hip lock and freeze up, you might as well

Turn around and go like the other way when I see you

[Chorus - 2x]


[High Beam]
See me riding real slick thick and rolling on thangs

Got the misses and the (*##$es wanna know my name
They want to know what I'm on
Get the $#&@ up out of mine homie go on and get your own

Riding slick with the cherry wood grain
In my big boy truck with the candy paint
Why, (*##$es giving me brain
I know you want to ball like me but you can't
Stay the $#&@ up out my business man


[Chorus]