Bitch, ho, stink booty freak You bound to get busy, all you need is every week Hotel, motel, go and get the loot 'cuz I know you so well Bitch young
[esham] I was an unplanned pregnant, brought forth by a mistake Go on into a world, filled up wit lust a hate Little do I know about life, but I'm still
Well I was thinkin' to myself, how could I get mental And drop a wicked track over a funky instrumental I rhyme for the mind then in time you will find
(G. Johnson) Kiss my face and slap me on my hands And if I tumble, please catch me where I land And I won't look back at where I fall And if I cry out