[Suga Free talking]
Yeah the man get G's for his beats man
Y'all ain't heard? Ha! (garbled speech) dude

Ain't nothing happened to me, man
I been right under you all the time, watchin you
Five long mother$#&@in years!

And you know what I see?
I still, see the, same ol' bull%#@!
And what mother$#&@in thanks do I get?

I think I done died bout 8 times and came back to life
From y'all punk mother$#&@ers
Yeah, take this with you, Suga Free the Pimp

Ain't no leavin ^!$$%...

[Verse 1]

Now either you gon be a stand-up ho or a fall-down (*##$
I seen the the mountaintop befo, ^!$$% you can't tell me %#@!
(*##$ you been talkin to God behind my back?

You let me get pretty low yesterday and I don't like that
You better back up off me
(*##$ such a disaster with with that square %#@!

Red Cross wouldn't give her coffee. Mama mia!
Swear to God man, pimp game so deep
In Mexico they say a pimp showed up on a tortilla

I learnt her; she was talkin %#@! in the shower
when I was in there takin a piss, I flushed the toilet and burnt her
I said "(*##$ when you do that?" she said "I think when-"

I said "You thought?" she said "Yeah"
I said "(*##$ well just don't think then" (%#@!)
Now I must be the truth, yah, cuz I know I'm the way

Now I can see the light? (Do you see the light?)
Can you see the light? Sometime...


[Chorus]
Now, where my money, why you bull%#@!tin?
I need my paper why you bull%#@!tin?

I get down, when you lyin, when you bull%#@!tin
I need my paper, you bull%#@!tin


[Verse 2]
Ho I happen to like who the $#&@ I am, this ain't no mistake
I didn't come in this mother$#&@er

lookin for no !@#$ change for you to make
(*##$ I don't wanna do nothin 'less than a mother$#&@er jumpin out of a caddilac with 6 or 7 scenin hos sayin "Daddy's handle that"
And this passenger seat aint for sight seeing (*##$

You with a macaroni ho, you better watch that %#@!
Don't start this, ho if I'm tellin you I'm the truth, the way, and the light
Then why in the $#&@ do you wanna wreckless eyeball darkness

See she wants the phone
And I thought you had sense enough to realize
This %#@! yourself, but I see that you don't

Somebody help me, somebody, anybody, everybody, I get down
An anti-ho, with your fake words and your slow money
Imposter of a real ho took it from the !@(* and think it's funny

So now, you right
Leave me and stay gone ho what happened to that dude you had?
I cast you out in the name of the Father

and the Son, and the Holy Ghost, Pimpin
Chapter 8, Verse 6: (*##$ gave God ups to me and over you
And contrary to rumor....(struggling, slapping, wimpering)

Now get up and act like you wanna do somethin then (*##$

[Chorus]

Now get my money why you bull%#@!tin
Baby why you bull%#@!tin?
I get down, mother$#&@er, why you bull%#@!tin

Laneway don't be bull%#@!tin