Verse 1:
Leave ^!$$% layin' stiffer than my dick when it's up in a tight !@$%
return the Devils hate by $#&@in' a white (*##$

(*##$es ain't %#@! but some hips,
tits, !@$%s, and some fat lips to wrap around my dick
check it, ghetto girl in designer type

she could get it 'long as the ##&*%$ tight
keep they nose numb, high off of china white
kinda like the quartz, I knock 'em down, runnin' through my system,

#~!!@ ain't right hit 'em with a aww naaaw
if the head right get remanded behind bars bizarre
grand jury endightment, lifetime sentence, stash my !@%!e in they bra

the hustl-ar, ya'll custom-ar's
posted up on Broadway in a custom R
25 Mil' in the trunk

Nicky Barnes style on my way to the trunk
(*##$ lets bump.


Chorus (Shyne and Female)
No, ($#&@ these (*##$es, $#&@ these (*##$es, $#&@ 'em)
I don't love these (*##$es, $#&@ these hoes

No, ($#&@ these ^!$$%s, $#&@ these ^!$$%s, $#&@ 'em)
I don't love these ^!$$%s, $#&@ these ^!$$%s
('till the day that I die never get none of mine)

No, ($#&@ these (*##$es, $#&@ these (*##$es,
$#&@ these (*##$es, $#&@ 'em)
I don't love these ^!$$%s, $#&@ these scrubs

No, $#&@ these ^!$$%s (Four Karat thug ^!$$%s want some love)

Verse 2:

I'm that ^!$$% Priest from Supafly after he died
reincarnated, keep a (*##$ wide
on the bed tied

like "Uh! Uh! Uh!", stop I'm tired
besides my Moms a (*##$' lips never touch my face,
maybe my girl, but I be watchin' her funny

like "Who dick you suckin' while I'm on tour gettin' money
tryin' to wash this crack money?"
I give a (*##$ nothin' but sperm

when you ^!$$%s gon' learn?
Discern queens from !@#%s, love from lust
The ones who ate #~!!@ and take it in the butt

20 stacks in my pockets, I'm cheap
$#&@in' treatin' a freak to eat
I got KY Jelly and grease

and a stick of bubble gum (*##$, you want a piece?
C'mon....


Chorus

Verse 3:

Never met a (*##$ I liked enough to love
and I share with my motha$#&@in' ^!$$% Buzz
let the Homies get up on it,

treat a (*##$ like a blunt, hit, hit, pass
head on my dick 'till she get whiplash
$#&@ it I'm cold, some (*##$es is colder

runnin' game just to get up in the Rover
Platinum R, Platinum Jehovah
not here (*##$, $#&@ what they told ya'

Keys to the condo, Gucci ensamble
gaul streams in Santa Fe` doin' the Mambo
laid back where the shade's at

white sand, tan, how many (*##$es can say that?
you want that? we can do that...yeah right
not in your life

stay focused, get my money, every penny
$#&@ if your legs broke (*##$, crawl on ya' belly


Chorus 'till fade...