Lyrics

Neva' fear Sluts in the front, Ho's in the rear Tits, clits, bong hits your fist in the air! Aw, DJ! My fellow freakers, dancers, tweakers Hah, come on we blow up these speakers Well I know I kinda fuck like a virgin in sundress and sneakers God damn, your pussy like squeaking Them lips they like speaking, listen I hear 'em laughing at you I kinda like what that pussy put me through, say what? I kinda like what that dirty little ho put me through Shit could be worse Second verse Phase 2 Could be you Let her cum and go get intra talkin' shit talkin' fag We roll the weed with the Rolex tag, come at me When he see me lock dressed and he said Baby, I know it was on the way you from me, how we chomp a tit My trick, the stripper sit down on this, uh-uh-uh Aw baby told me the new years of the math Ha yeah I'll write a check, biggest fine, make it fat You financing my next hydro sack Sixty laps later, 6 G's later See me chillin' with the 8 track in the 48 tracks The contracts, I sign the spark lines, sinners, backflights Tits, clits, bong hits, so hot, super fly Yo D why they tripin? Ha It's cause we get into HB strippers that they playin' to play hands on Yeah you fucking pussy, so don't say shit Yeah you know who got my back Got some more nigga come up in that white boy G strap This is for the ho, my ho, bro's who know And the nigga T-Love, where he's at nobody know And the kids at the liquor store I'll be buying beer For a mummy or myself, but I'll brak the tour Yeah straight from the jungle, this is the (hed) NIGGA MCUD, hah-hah-hah-hah, JAHRED! in the motherfucker