(feat. Begetz, Ice-T, Mieva, Versatile)

[Chorus x2: Mieva]

I don't want to love you
I just wanna, $#&@ you
One night, one night, just wanna $#&@ you


[Begetz]
Oh (*##$ you so fine, like a trampoline wit rocks you just shine

Be a real (*##$, let me hit it from behind
Which bed you wanna climb, throwin lace and %#@!
Just want the #~!!@ one time, let 'em know

I don't love 'em, I don't hate 'em neither
Best way to describe Begetz, is the faithful cheater
Ain't no rings on ya finger, is we $#&@in or what?

Pack a overnight bag, and still ya man trust
Said "guns turn me on" she got a thing for rappers
Gettin $#&@ed in the $$#, face stuck in the mattress

Should of listened to Fire, every (*##$ is liar
Ain't worth %#@! but a blunt and lighter, get high (*##$


[Versatile]
I treat a (*##$ like a ho, cuz a ho's a (*##$
You know it's Other People's Money that be makin them trick

They makin me sick, never stop suckin my dick
Thinkin the ^!$$% runnin tricks cuz he sit in a six
I by Crys' just to spit on (*##$

Very Important Pimp, I know you hear that (*##$
You see this wrist? When the sky look like this, ya $$# can skip
A (*##$ will learn, first of all I don't pay for !@%$

Know you man, gettin hed in a Range, in the city
Hittin switches, while ya whole $$# zip down my dickey
Avoidin hickeys, I don't love ya hoes for nothin

Smack a (*##$, and you think I'm frontin, playa, trick

[Chorus x2]


[Fredro Starr]
Trick, what, lace who? I ain't Mase, boo

Fire is a ^!$$% that'll $#&@ you and tape you
And show it to your face boo, not behind ya back
And let you see how you gettin murdered from the back

If it wasn't for the flicks would you be all on my dick
When we $#&@in, you let a ^!$$% call you (*##$
When you suckin, will make you swallow all of my %#@!

Should of "Treat You Like a Prostitute" and listened to Rick
But the head got better, #~!!@ got wetter
Six months later, Begetz couldn't dead her

But guess what? I keep that (*##$ broker than $#&@
Let her browse wit a cloud and started open her up
I brought her out though, shoes, just to open her up

It's coconuts, the way she sniff !@%!e up the nuts
You know the rules, keep 'em pretty, never cash in the hand
That's what you get from a one night stand, don't move (*##$


[Chorus to end]


[Ice-T]
That's right (*##$, don't move, this Ice-T (*##$
Now you got real trouble, you know what I'm sayin

Fire let me holla at this ho
Yo (*##$, they told me if you knew better, you'd choose better
You know? You think long, you think wrong

The problem is (*##$, you can't swing a slow bat at a fast pitch
$#&@ a ^!$$% like me, you might get rich
But it ain't gonna be all fun

you step outta poppin one mutha$#&@in inch
You better duck or run
I really can't get mad at you for not recognizin this izzy

Cuz if you ain't never had nothin
how the $#&@ you supposed to get used to somethin
The true root of the problem wit most of ya broke $$# hoses

You so mutha$#&@in used to losin
you can't even figure out what ya $#&@in, what
(*##$!