please don't mind

you could turn the mic down a lil' bit

c'mon

with the hands

yeah see

excuse me bitch what's your name

couple dollars ain't it so what's your game

known fact cause i'm gettin' the cash

don't dance face to face

bitch gimme the ass

i'll help you out if you had a long day

dick like

good advice

it could go a long way

front

cause i knocked cha'll down

i could remodel homes

i knock walls down

i'm wit all

that shit y'all

talk about

oh what i don't hit raw

naw

you could flow like a bank hold up

have i ever loved a chick lemme think

hold up

no

i'm all about the dough

he shouldn't give a fuck if it's not your hoe

oh

that hatin' shit you did

ain't done us

playas and we get more head then new hundreds

please don't mind

how i pursue

don't take it personal girl it's how thugs do

let's get fly

sit for a few

and after that let's go i'm fucking you

yo

let me tell you how i pursue

spit game in they ear

and it's proper too

say we stayin' at the fount with blue

i'ma ball every day

spend a grand or two

hit the beach

forget the sheets

get it down right there

chick touch your feet

loc roll

that's so much game

y'all think y'all know my aim

that's a joke like marlon wayans

lame

and it ain't got no change

chick listen up

want dick or what?

take that

that's the only thing i'm givin' up

only sent

it's the dream that your 'gone get

hit for free

then boo 'gone hit

no they not like m-o dot

i hit

touch base

and ball like white sox

look around dawg

what you see nigga

whole lotta model bitches then me nigga

me and don in a drop and this pearl

withchu so sick make niggas wanna hurl

do it look like i care that's your girl?

she diggin' me

and love that i'm all the way ferl

you talkin' shit

don't concern her

if i fuckin' go

hit more bitches than ike turner

i send 'em home in the cab to tell

i play 'em more high notes than patti labelle

you gel

heavywear at

got ice and your bezie wear that

y'all doozers are strictly losers

we 'gone blow bright like bulbs and fuses

tell your man he better slow his role

our guns'll make james brown lose his soul