that new shit for ninety-two
all you niggaz peep this one
trill was the last one nigga
this time you better pull a gat
cause the dick's hangin low
but ain't shit whack so you better pull a quick guard
this shit is live enough to make your momma's dick hard
pick up ya phone and dial the 7 numbers that makes ya trip
for live shit comin from bun b's lips
and i'm givin hoes the sensation of a big-ass nut
be in tele-cum-munications
straight to motherfuckin you
yeah niggaz be trippin yo
but still in the meanwhile
your girl keeps callin me on motherfuckin redial
now you're swoll cause your bitch runs your bill up
you catch me at the mo-tee
cause dude give her pay g
as long as your game be strong ain't no thang
my phone always rang cause of the dope shit i sang
keepin hoes on my dick yo
i turn on my vcr then i put a flick in
the hoe starts lickin that dick and pretty soon
is the top and back of your head
it ain't about conversation or make that hit
on a first name basis hoe that ain't bout shit!
tell me how many rubbers to pack
i hit the room from the front
and yo it ain't about the phone call
so let me bust a fat load on your bellybutton
quiet storm done put a notch on your belt
i don't wanna hear how it felt
i'm just pullin off my rubber
gettin dressed to reminisce of how i cut ya in half
it's all in the day of an underground fool
so dial the digits and i'm divin in that ass like a pool
i clown on hoes to leave their pussyhole frownin
or if you bitches wanna hear some more of this
lock your bedroom door trick
when you think you'll be playin me
it's just pussy games with some help from at&t
so if you need a dick to be real friendly