mack daddy's back Kidnappin hos like the Patty Hurst jack Have the white ho, with a fo'-fo'? Go rob a liquor store, they can't blame it on a negro Bring
? You got my cash, so you stick it in here? I know you be packin' the steel but I can't suck your dick And get my lipstick smeared fuck nigga don't be
, I saw my friend stabbed with a ice pick Young nigga 15 with 3 C's From that very day I carried on the 3 C's Can't criticize niggas tryna get jobs Better
with wolves. Used to fool with crack, now I'm through with that, I just opened up the SPM School Of Rap. Jump for joy H-Town, the south takin' over, Playin
can't crack my style Playa hatin bitches make me crack a smile Tonight With whoride In the moonlight My feria ruka sound like the fuckin chula Fools die Fuckin
the good news, that's life shit Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop, pop
name, Yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah [Girl singing] [Verse 2: Trick Daddy] You see the problem is them busta ass niggas you been fuckin' with
look around These hoes steady choosin' This is the conclusion Pimpin' ain't no illusion (Pimpin' ain't no illusion) Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't
to daddy, break her off with the wood The beauty shop stay poppin', cause this zones keep rockin And my phone keep plunckin', cause these hoez keep jockin Just bought a new six with
, south side chicks, suburban chicks Love to open married women up to the pervertedness Disturbing your relationship, excuse my morals I'm working with the way I trick
wasn't screwin' Now I'm massed out with no luck, can't even get my dick sucked. Jerkin' off in the corner watchin' her and you fuck. [Verse 3:] Don't
might do Never cry you only sad when the sack is gone I got a pound and a bong So girl pack the bong Fuck the Coach, Fuck the Prada, Fuck the Dolce and
bananas, they can't handle animal sounds late at night, they can't stand us! Yes i get freaky baby and i know you'll enjoy the games I'm playin so won't
wild Still doin this shit like dude in wild style Invitin wack niggas to dinner I "trick daddy" emcees and I don't know, "nann nigga" Who can
can't be, you can't be, you can't be my lady But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate You can't be, you can't be my lady But I'll let you be, let
. you can't be...you can't be he-ey you can't be my lady But I'll let you be let you be my playmate. you can't be he-ey You can't be my lady but I'll
and ruff ryders nigga And all yo money can't buy this nigga My exctacy got me willin' nigga I'm twice that body nigga About 100 miles an hour nigga Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
fuck em, fuck em, fuck em) but its gonna be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) cuz me and my clique we dont give a fuck nigga. Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson,