The linguistic construction of gender in English language culture based on rap

I'mma be rich surrounded by chicks

Couple of cars, couple of cribs

Gettin' a couple of mills

Shining every time I feel

You see how So So get ill

You don't want no stuff up in here

Bow to the wow get it in your ear now

I get down cause I'm hit bound

And I rock an iced out Mickey Mouse around my neck

And I hang on niggas like Vince Carter

With his arm in the net

And I outta snatch up your daughters

But I was brought up with respect

When I turn 16 I'mma call her though

And show her how to ride with a baller yo

Let her know why it wouldn't hurt her

To fall in love with a {nigga} like me a long time ago

Sing-a-long now!

I, I, I wanna see you bounce with me now

Take, take, take it down to the ground with me now

Shake, shake, shake it all around the town with me now

What'cha gon do shorty, what'cha gon do

8. Talib Kweli & Hi-Tek -- Move Somethin (October 28, 2000)

C'mon c'mon ya ya ya ya ya

Get 'em up, get 'em up what (x3)

Yo, yo, yo

What's with the melodrama?

Fella's wanna hover in my cypher like a helicopter

Like it's a special honor

The stealth bomba, gem droppa

Make the ghetto holla

Inter-Conta-Nental

Takin you high like sky divers

When we spark with live wires

Original, cavemen quest for my fire

Express my desire to drop this new shit

These record executives keep tellin me y'all stupid

Now if they right, Shut The Fuck Up!

Revolutionaries throw your guns up

Whether you a bougie broad who actin' stuck up

Or some ignorant thug mutha fucker shootin the club up

We gonna make y'all feel this

Break y'all spirit if y'all fake that realness word

We bringin it bringin it from the new millenuim to way after that

I call these cats Reynolds cuz they plastic wrap

Kill all the yappin lets make it happen

You cats ain't real, y'all just a re-enactment

Better yet, dramatization

Soon as the director say action you start fakin

I start breakin

The whole joint start shakin

This ain't the time or place for you to prove something

Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'!

Move Somethin' (move somthin) (x4)

(Alright bring it back to the top)

To be continued...

Lets see what's next up on the menu run up in you

Lyrics that be fuckin with you

In the mental

Pick any mental

Instru-, funda-, detra-

Extra Extra large like the borough of Brooklyn the residential

Existential this specialist

Like Sly Stone wit my poem and fly song

Ride along capture live and die strong word

We gonna rock till nothing else matters

You catch bodies, we catch excellent cadavers

Your next of kin an' shatter stories splattered in the tabloids

Erase your trace like your cotton mouth and we pepperment altoids

Step in the high reppin the spot called flatbush

Whether rappers or actors you still feel the gat bust

The abstract then becomes the reality

Alcoholics like to call it the moment of clearity

9. Slimm Calhoun (feat. Andrй 3000) -- It's OK (November 4, 2000)

All these lonely girls wanna fuck...It's OK

That's alright girl, that's ok

That's alright girl, that's ok

Keep callin' me and pagin' me and blowin' me up...It's OK

That's alright girl, that's ok

That's alright girl, that's ok

My game, slicker than slow tongue

Get yo' main ho sprung

Chokin' on my blowgun

She swallowed all my bubble gum

Said it was so yum yum

All off in her tum tum

Playboy you stay dumb dumb

Now what? Uh huh

Last night, I was in them guts

Uh huh

A young playa cut yo' what?

Uh huh

She was tryin' to get a nut

Uh huh

And we gon' meet back at the hut

Uh huh

Come on

A-town, late nights

I'm off in 112, posted up as usual downstairs

With a couple of clydesdales

Sippin zinfandel

Got a sack of good, take a whiff, inhale

Blaze up, hate to ball and bail

Got some late cut, she sure know how to shake her tail

The way I hit it, make her wanna break up

And leave her man, make up

And cheat again, caked up

Lay low, Comfort Inn, tucked her in

Next week she said she'll bring a friend

Come on

She said I love my man, man man man

We got our ups and downs and I'll get lonely and, and and and

Wanna move move to someone who might understand, stand stand stand

How to make a girl feel like Alice in Wonderland...wonderland...wandered in

Wonderin'...if she can home with guilt on her mind

Really all she truly wants to know is that she still fine

After day you met her, better tell her, 'fore another feller

Pet her kitten, sittin' sittin', chittin' chittin', spittin' spittin', hittin' hittin'

10. Master P -- Souljas (November 18, 2000)

You in the ghetto.. and you ain't got no hustlin skills?

GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TEN PRIVATE!

(Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at?)

I don't know what you've been told

(I don't know what you've been told)

But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll

(But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll)

Where are all my whodis at?

(Where are all my whodis at?)

From the North to the South to the East to the West

(From the North to the South to the East to the West)

Thugged out (one two) what we bout? (Knockin boots)

Shoutin it out (N.. O.. L.. I.. M-I-T!)

UNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH!

See I'm a thug nigga, and I was - born to die

I hang with drug dealers, that's - ready to ride

We got BEEF nigga, then we - ready for war

I can't SLEEP nigga til I - have my enemies heart

I'm Uptown on the blocks with the bricks ba-bayyy

Fiends roll up and get fixed ba-bayyy

Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bayyy

Smoke weed with my nigga but don't trick ba-bayyy

Now if you step to one of my niggas, then you steppin to me

I heard you famous cat, but you don't mean shit to me

I'm out that C-P-3 and I'm a soulja for life

And all my real niggas wild out from left to the right

(What? What?) Now how the war WAS WON (HUH) on, blocks in the hood

(HUH) We got enemies (WHAT) then it's, Glocks we pulled

In God we trust nigga; I ain't got no friends (Ya heard?)

Souljarettes, they love, money and ends

You need some work? Meet me in the bricks nigga

You come short? I'ma wet your shirt nigga

It's like Vietnam on the ghetto in these streets

You die how you live, the strong eat the weak

Red and blue rags for the souljas that be bangin

And warriors on the wall for the souljas left hangin

Twenty-one gun salute, for the souls on the street

And the souljas up in heaven, may you all rest in peace (Ya heard me?)

UNNNNNNGGGGGH!

Them Down South souljas they be ready to ride

(And we can take it outside if you ready to ride

Them Midwest souljas they be ready to ride) x3

And we can take it outside if you ready to ride

Don't start no shit it won't be no shit

Let me tell you punk bitches who you fuckin wit

Don't start no shit it won't be no shit

THIS NO LIMIT ARMY'S WHO YOU FUCKIN WIT!

Wild out.. wild out.. No Limit is in and y'all out

Wild out.. wild out.. so y'all haters keep our name

Out y'all motherfuckin mouth, hahah you heard me?

Ride ride niggas (ride ride) Lah lah

(ALL THE WAY TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN TOP OF THE CHARTS YA HEARD ME?)

DJ's.. hut one, hut two.. hut one, hut two

Hut one, hut two..

DJ cut the fuckin lights off cause I'm through!

11. Doggy's Angels (feat. LaToiya) -- Baby if You're Ready (November 25, 2000)

Baby if you're ready

I can give you what you looking for

I guarantee once you stay with me

You'll want no more

And baby, if you want it

You can get it once we close the door, oh

You know it's something 'bout rolling wit' a G like you

Khaki's, french braids wrapped up, all keepin' it true

In the G-yes when you see us

We won't dub any BS that wanna see us, get dommed up

A-team's on the hang like you bang for years

Main bitch and I ain't switch, bring 'em to tears

High pitch, like Eddie Kendricks when you hit an appendix

His and her's semi's regulate the problems we finish

Taught me how to grind, separate my nickles from dubs

G wit' it when you winning, so I'm showing you love

Had to check a broad yesterday for grilling you down

Shut it down quick cuz me still wanna see these rounds

Any beef you got, trust we gon' eat it together

Hold it down in the hood while I get this chedder

Whether it's all grits or gravey, are we ready to tangle

It's all G-heavenly, so you labeling me your angel

You know you chose the best when you singled me out

I got these cats at close range, I'm contagious to these lames

We broke game, it's time to kill game, I feel your pain

They wanna stretch you for some change

Never worry boo, I'm not gon' change

It's gon' still feel the same

Besides you said you done with with them games

It ain't no love loss

I hollar that you know you're in, let's lead a new cause

Boss bitch, and I can put that on the cross

I'mma bang for you, and we gon' pull through

So when I release you from them balls

We gon' look up at the stars, notice those stars

They moving inside us, to get us it's gotta meant war

And as for them broads, you know the rules

It ain't a chicken alive that can walk in my shoes

I payed dues, they see the Bentley pull up, brand new

What the fuck, they better get on the bus

Remember the dreams about the house up on the hill

Spinning the bottle, quarter mill', want a meal

I got a fettish for thugs, rugged with mean mugs

When he lonely, he phone me to please 'em

Jeans saggin', buy size 12, like all damn

As he unclothed my mind froze, like oh man

Underestimated, but for one, she's just a faded

Call it how I see it, shoot the game, I'm tryin' to play it

(So into you and your Davison House shoes)

To flip a yay and choppin' bricks

(It figures beyond six)

And he not incarcerated, departed and used to hate

He couldn't wait 'till you hit the gates to get activists ready

Your type is what I'm diggin', gossip heard obsolete

Plans occurred on the sneak, swing surperb and unique

Keep your pimpin' in tight, addicted like all night

Like eight inches, six pack, dig that, it's alright

Dead G over at ??? burn like opium

He's a straight trophy, and grip tight, I'm holding on

Here's another one, yeah

Doggy's Angels

And this is a Dog House production

My dogs

Battlecat

Yeah

It's how we do it, ya'll

Woof

Ha ha

Bow wow, bow wow, bow wow

12. Mos Def and Pharoahe Monch (ft. Nate Dogg) -- Oh No (January 20, 2001)

One for the treble, two for the bass

Welcome to the great incredible paper chase

Keep your boots laced if you want to keep pace

Oh No

Niggas ain't scared to hustle

It's been seven days, the same clothes

Ask them originals cause they know

Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe

Step away from the mic they too cold

The funk might fracture your nose

Say my name, say my name

Observe how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down

and played my game, my own two raise my flame

Cause dick ridin ain't my thang

I earned what they said I wouldn't

I got it the way they said I couldn't

But now I'm gettin it and they whole grill is crooked

Mad cause I'm gettin caked out from my bookings

When y'all was askin permission I just stepped up and took it

What!? The kid's better buy my rookie card now

Cause after this year the price ain't comin down

And if you got a joint bubblin then get money now

Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble comin out

Just a warnin, as usual some cats wont heed it

The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it

It's a shame the jealous gaze is too short to see it

But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement

We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7-1 Precinct

Call it a day or make it a long evenin

You keep on schemin, man give me some more reason

to have the women in your mama's church screamin "Lord Jesus!"

Harder than y'all cause I'm smarter than y'all

I know that deep down it's got to be bothering y'all

Pay attention, watch fly gon' get larger than y'all

Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all

The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve

Every day that the saga evolve

The do or die stay rumblin and bumblin hard

And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all

East coast on your neck and you ain't shruggin it off

Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin off

I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggaz are the sons of New York

Gettin spanked when there's too much trouble to talk

Respect mine

Oh No

Look at who they let in the back door

From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know

We rock from the East to West coast

Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)

Step away from the mic they too cold

The funk might fracture your nose

Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages

Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin

And it amazes - me how you claim thug

but go two-ways without SkyTel pagers

I'm intellectual, pass more essays/ese's

than motorcade police parades through East L.A.

More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just

What you lust to vent is irrele'

Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya

Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya!

Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures

I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya

Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis

Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here

Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis

The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here

MC's just - come on 'round

You're the next contestants on "Catch-A-Beat-Down"

Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment

It's evident we medicine for your whole town

Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it

All windows is tinted, how you seein me when I'm in it?

Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that

Put that mic back down, boy, drop that

Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros

We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes:

Oh No

Niggas ain't scared to hustle

It's been seven days, the same clothes

Ask them originals cause they know

Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe

Step away from the mic they too cold

The funk might fracture your nose

Oh No

Look at who they let in the back door

From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know

We rock from the East to West coast

Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)

Step away from the mic they too cold

The funk might fracture your nose

13. Outkast -- Ms. Jackson (February 3, 2001)

Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas' mamas...

Mamas, mamas, baby mamas' mamas

Yeah, go like this

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson

I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson

I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

A baby drama mama, don't like me

She doing things like having her boys come from her neighborhood

To the studio tryna fight me

She need to get a piece of the American pie and take her bite out

That's my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out

And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck

Private school, daycare, shit, medical bills, I pay that

I love your mom and everything, see I ain't the one who laid down

She wanna rip you up, start a custody war, my lawyers stay down

She never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided

She had fish fries and cookouts

On my child's birthday I ain't invited

Despite it, I show her the utmost respect when I fall through

All you do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

Me and your daughter

Got a special thing going on

You say it's puppy love

We say it's full-grown

Hope that we feel this

Feel this way forever

You can plan a pretty picnic

But you can't predict the weather

Ms. Jackson

Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin', find

The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline

King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream

Bout that crib with the Goodyear swing

On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever

Forever? Forever ever? Forever ever?

Forever never seems that long until you're grown

And notice that the day-by-day ruler can't be too wrong

Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could

Become a magician to abracadabra all the sadder

Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he

Asking what happened to the feeling that her and me

Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads

It happened for a reason one can't be, mad

So know this, know that everything is cool

And yes I will be present on the first day of school,

And graduation

"Look at the way he treats me", shit, look at the way you treat me

You see your little nosy-ass homegirls got they ass up in creek G

Without a paddle, you left to straddle and ride this thing on out

And then you and your girl ain't speaking no more

'Cause my dick all in her mouth

Know what I'm talking about, jealousy, infidelity, envy

Cheating, beating, in the end to the G they be the same thing

So who you placing the blame on?

You keep on singing the same song

Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on

You and your mama

14. Shaggy (ft. Ricardo "Rikrok" Ducent) -- It Wasn't Me (February 24, 2001)

O man

Yo

Open up man

What do you want man

My girl just caught me

You let her catch you?

I don't know how I let this happen

With who

The girl next door, you know?

Man...

I don't know what to do

Say it wasn't you

Alright...

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed

Creeping with the girl next door

Picture this, we were both butt naked, banging on the bathroom floor

How could I forget that I had

Given her an extra key

All this time she was standing there

She never took her eyes off me

How you can grant the woman access to your villa

Trespasser and a witness while you cling to your pillow

You better watch your back before she turn into a killer

Best for you and the situation not to call the beaner

To be a true player you have to know how to play

If she say a night, convince her say a day

Never admit to a word when she say makes a claim

And you tell her baby no way

But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me)

Saw me bangin' on the sofa (It wasn't me)

I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me)

She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me)

She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me)

Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me)

Heard the scream geting louder (It wasn't me)

She stayed until it was over

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed

Creeping with the girl next door

Picture this, we were both butt naked, banging on the bathroom floor

I had tried to keep her

From what she was about to see

Why should she believe me

When I told her it wasn't me

Make sure she knows it's not you and lead her on the right prefix

Whenever you should see her make the gigolo flex

As funny as it be by you, it not that complex

Seeing is believing so you better change your specs

You know she not gonna be worrying bout things from the past

Hardly recollecting and then she'll go to noontime mass

Wait for your answer: go over there

But if she pack a gun you know you better run fast

Gonna tell her that I'm sorry

For the pain that I've caused

I've been listening to your reasoning

It makes no sense at all

We should tell her that I'm sorry

For the pain that I've caused

You may think that you're a player

But you're completely lost

That's why I sing

15. Lil Bow Wow -- Bow Wow (That's My Name) (March 10, 2001)

Hair nappy but I'm happy pocket full of doe

From the C-O representin' So So

The girls recognize in these niggas do to

I'm the flyest they walkin' through junior high school

So make room next to your little backstreet poster

Cause Bow Wow's here and its over; YA HEARD

I'm this, I'm that, I'm all of the above

And the big body shotgun ridin' on doves

I've been seen with the baddest

Heard with the best

And I got it lock down from the east to the west

Look at my eyes, ya know; I ain't playin'

That's why all through the streets

All hear, sayin' is,

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay

Where my dogs at? Bark with my now

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay

And all girls are runnin' where the love

wherever the love is going down

Now at the gates wide open

It is I who they runnin' from

Little with the ill, cross over like Iverson

And to kay my way and I'm the first to rock

First to drop, lice in the bezel of a G-shop

Like B.I.G. and Pac, I'm hard to forget

What makes it even worse, I'm just getting' started

Yeah that's me; that's got your daughter in a frenzy

Yeah that's me; that's got her arguing with her friends about

Who? Gone, gimme when they see me

Sayin', "Do you?"

Sayin', "Oh! He the man!"

Thirteen, game lock, don't trick, all that and a bag of chips

Hi! My name is,

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay

Woof motherfucker that dog came to play

Cal gone cal gone take me away

I'm in the dirty dirty with my nephew J

Dizzy, Izzy, boy we getting' busy

With Lil' Bow Wizzy, this shit is off the hizzy

I threw him like a Frisbee

And, "Yeah, he came back."

Like uh, boomerang, Dogg Pound game

Hundred thousand dollar chains

What'chu say J.D.? (J.D.: Bling, bling, money ain't a thang!)

Ya ask me again and Imma tell you the same

I'm flippin' on these niggas while I'm trippin' on these niggas (trippin')

Buck one, buck two, buck three, buck four

You standin' on the wall, nigga busa (bus)

But you can't trusa, it's good game

And all my niggas represent yo bang

Put it up, now click clack it up

And all the niggas, bag it up

Cause I wanna smack it up

We do it to ya doggystyle (doggystyle)

Big Bow Wow in yo mouth

16. City High -- What Would You Do (April 7, 2001)

Boys and girls, wanna hear a true story?

Saturday night was at this real wild party

They had the liquor overflowin' the cup,

About 5-6 strippers trying to work for a buck

And I took one girl outside with me,

Her name was Lonnie, she went to Junior High with me,

I said, "Why you up in there dancing for cash?

I guess a whole lot's changed since I seen you last."

She said,

"What would you do if your son was at home

Crying all alone

On the bedroom floor,

'Cause he's hungry

And the only way to feed him is

To sleep with a man for a little bit of money?

And his daddy's gone somewhere smokin' rock now,

In and out of lockdown,

I ain't got a job now,

So for you this is just a good time

But for me this is what I call life."

Girl, you ain't the only one with a baby,

That's no excuse to be living all crazy

Then she looked me right square in the eye

And said, "Everyday I wake up hopin' to die."

She said, "Nigga, I know about pain

'Cause me and my sister ran away,

So my daddy couldn't rape us

Before I was a teenager

I done been through more shit

You can't even relate to!"

Yo wait

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Stop the record yo

Stop the record

Yo shorty you ain't gotta be going out like this man

Hold up, what would you do?

Get up on my feet and let go of every excuse

What would you do?

'Cause I wouldn't want my baby to go through what I went through

C'mon, what would you do?

Get up on my feet and stop making tired excuses

What would you do?

Girl, I know if my mother can do it, baby, you can do it

17. Lil' Romeo -- My Baby (May 19, 2001)

[Deejay:] Hotline

[Caller:] Can I request a song?

[Deejay:] Sure

[Caller:] "My Baby" by Lil' Romeo {*giggling*}

[Deejay:] You got that

[Girl:] Oh Romeo give me a chance

[Lil' Romeo:] Uh uhh too young I don't need a girlfriend

[Girl:] Walk me home from school anyway

[Lil' Romeo:] (Heheh) O-kay

[Girl:] Oh Romeo the cutest boy I know

[Lil' Romeo:] I know, I know

[Girl:] So let me be your... girlfriend

They call me lil P, I represent the CP3

Calliope ya heard of me, straight from New Orleans

Gotta Uncle named Silkk and a Uncle named C

I been dribbling the ball since the age of 3

I got game like Coby, dunk it like Poppa P

Once I'm in the zone ain't no stoppin' me

You can jumpa baby humma girls be jockin' me

Them Miller boyz wear No Limit gear from head to feet

It's like that whodi (you got me crazy)

It's like that whodi (I want to be your lady)

It's like that whodi (why won't you be my baby)

It's like that whodi (can't no girl fade me)

Meet me at the skatin rink

11 years old, makin' A's and B's

And these lil mommy's can't keep their hands off me

When you see me in the streets holla "what's up doc?"

I gotta a bugs bunny chain with a matchin' watch

I make you jump like Kris Kross, bounce like Bow

I'm the next generation, I came to lock it down

I'm a little boy, but live a big man's life

I got girls passin' up wanna be my wife

I got grown women wanna be in my life

By the time I reach 18 I'm not gon be nothin' nice

I'm that R-O-M-E-O, and after high school

I'm goin' straight to the pro's bounce, bounce

Soldier boy I want u to myself

I don't want them girls around

Your the flyest thing up in here boy

And that's why it's goin down

I heard they call you Romeo

Well I'm your Julliet

U must be playin hide and seek

Cause boy your hard to catch

(Oh Romeo)

Why you boys make them elbows swing

Why you girls make them elbows swing

Romeo gonna do dat thang, Romeo gonna do dat thang

Romeo gonna do dat thang, Romeo gonna do dat thang

(Throw em up get em up throw em up get em up throw em up get em up what)

(Master P while saying this is for the fly girls...)

18. D12 -- Purple Pills (July 28, 2001)

I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers

But nothin' compares to these blue and yellow purple pills

I been to mushroom mountain once or twice, but who's countin'?

But nothin' compares to these blue and yellow purple pills

Cool, calm, just like my mom

With a couple of Valium inside her palm

It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve

Roll up on you like Christopher Reeves

I can't describe the vibe I get

When I drive by six people and five I hit

Ah shit, I started a mosh pit

Squashed a bitch and stomped her foster kids

These shrooms make me hallucinate

Then I sweat 'til I start losin' weight

'Til I see dumb shit start happenin'

Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin' to rap again

So bounce, bounce! Come on, bounce!

(Gunshots) I said come on, bounce!

Everybody in the house with a half an ounce

Not weed, I meant coke; dumb-ass, sit down!

We don't bullshit, better ask around

D12 throws the bombest bash in town

Bizarre, your mom is passin' out

Get her ass on the couch before she crashes out

Fuck that, someone help Denaun

He's upstairs naked with a weapon drawn

(Hey Von, you see me steppin' on these leprechauns?)

It got to be acid 'cause the X is gone

(Yeah, I took 'em all, dog, with some parmesan

And I think my arm is gone) - no it's probably numb

Young, dumb, and full of cum

And I think he about to swallow his tongue

(Scaredy ass, it was a false alarm

You think I'm about to die when I just got on?)

Well, stop actin' stupid; you so high

That you might wake up with a guy on some new shit

(Yeah, I think I did too much

This substance equals cuffs

Red pills, blue pills, and green

Big pills (that's ill) - mescaline)

Dirty Dozen, eighty of us

Shady brothers, ladies love us

That's why our baby mothers

Love us but they hate each other

They probably wanna take each other out

And date each other

Some-, some-, some-, somethin'

Somethin', somethin', somethin'

Pop pills, pills I pop

Pop two pills, on stilts I walk

Snort two lines that were filled with chalk

Thought I was incredible and killed the Hulk

I wanna roll away like a rollerblade

Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days

And when I'm old and gray

Look for dope to smoke? No? Okey-doke

I'm packin' my nose with coke

Am I supposed to choke?

Had an accident when the Trojan broke

Ah, poor baby, born by a whore lady

Now I got to strangle an infant (You're crazy!)

I pop four E's at one time

And I don't need water when I'm swallowin' mine

(Hey, you got any shrooms?)

Does Bizarre smoke crack?

We can't get jobs, because our arms show tracks

Why the hell you niggas think I rap?

We do it just to get your company hijacked

If you like smack, then I might too

(Swift, chill!) - I just want to get high like you

And I don't give a damn if they white or blue

Speed, shrooms, down the Valiums

Even smoke weed out of vacuums

I just copped some and I'm goin' back soon

I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers

But nothin' compares to these blue and yellow purple pills

I been to mushroom mountain once or twice, but who's countin'?

But nothin' compares to these blue and yellow purple pills

I'm at a rave, lookin' like a slave

High off chronic

Gin and tonic demonic, body smell like vomit

Pussy poppin', acid droppin', dope-heady guy

Heroin mescaline pencil leads, wanna try?

Blue pills, golden seals, got Bizarre actin' ill

Drugs kill (yeah, right) - bitch, I'm for real

Shut yo' mouth, you dirty slut!

You know you want it in your butt

I'll put it in your cunt, let Bizarre nut!

19. Coo Coo Cal -- My Projects (August 18, 2001)

In my project

Dawg my project is sweetin

But if you ain't from where I'm from, like some dawg

don't come or you gettin beatin

Yeah we cheatin dog that's automatic

We greedy, plus we try'n beat the needy dawg wit all the Cadillacs

Steal from the rich and give to the poor

We sell a few drugs, bust a few slugs, and pimp a few hoes

Don't let us find a bit in higgity

Dawg we turn them into stiggidies

With shorties off in riggidies

So if you ain't from here or wit my guys

Don't even roll thru playa cuz all the traffic gettin minimized

Cries for help cuz you got carjacked

Niggaz roll for a minute then pass it to the hypes to sell the car back

And once she get it, it be stripped down

Thugs, they got your system and your dubs and want your crib now

Ya'll betta give the hood respect

Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects

In my projects, my project thick

In my projects, everybody cooks bricks

In my projects, my projects thick

Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique

Now let me tell you bout them kingpins

Droppin Y2K Benz on them rims, bringin 15 in

They dishin it out, they keep it in circulation

They dodgin the Fedz, and suckas is playa hatin

They got the whole hood stacked up

And now the po's walkin on the showroom floor buyin 'Lac Trucks

They stuck in the ghetto by choice

But if they go, it's jacuzzis and condos, where's the Rolls Royce

Now voice your opinion

You heard about the 'War On Drugs'

now won't you tell me who you think winnin

Spendin money by the pounds flowin' dubs,

on the 'Burbans with the subs,

and they twerkin bumpin Coo Coo Cal

And the hood love hoodrats

On the bus-stop shakin it like it's hot with some good cat

Ya'll betta give the hood respect

Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects

Dawg, go on and sum it up between the grind with dimes

Crimes and rhymes, ya'll we comin up

From sundown to sun-up, ha

The block watch, peekin out the attic in case you run up

Wit diamonds and furs, he's and her's

Shoppin sprees with ease to fill up a 2000 Suburb, ha

Dawg my projects got taste,

all that ring ain't nuthin but two-fifty

We sportin five thousand dollar drapes

Makin it happen, wit snappin to avoid that - anchor

Hook me up with plenty tracks to keep a playa rappin

So put my city on the map

Hook me up wit million dollar vocal cords,

I can afford a million on a track

You do the addin and subtractin

Wastin time just to figure out, without a doubt, that we stackin

Ya'll betta give the hood respect

Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects

20. Petey Pablo -- Raise Up (September 15, 2001)

This is David Nevermind

And today's controversy is coming from yet another member

(Aiyyo tell 'em that we not gon' be playin)

or should I say members of the hip-hop community:

(I'll blaze 'em niggaz)

Petey Pablo - a new artist signed under Jive

(Aiyyo look at my homeboys)

and has teamed up with Timbaland, outta V.A.

(We gonna blow this up)

In a quest to redeem his title

And bring, North Carolina, and Virginia, to the front of the line

(Yeah, we gon' do it)

We're gonna stand by

This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up

Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo head

Spin it like a helicopter

North Carolina! C'mon and raise up

This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who?

Us, us, us; yes sir!

Who am I? Petey Pab motherfucker!

First to put it down for North Carolina

But guess what (what?), it's been worth it

I'ma superstar, bought me a big ol' car

Four-point-six, seen it 'cause

Black with the bars on the front and back

and got a button in the middle, make the trunk go eh-eh

But it ain't 'bout that

It's about gettin whatchu gettin and drivin all back here

Big fellas (six fellas)

Half of me and Carolina niggaz, I'm tired of y'all

Polk, Bladen, Marshall, Hoke, Greene County, Timbaland, damn

Transfer, Sandy Ridge, Browns over here (greens over here)

Pasqoutank, down on the, Odom East (lemme think)

Johnson County, Franklin, Burgaw, Newport, Warren, Shelby, Kenansville

(Man Catawba) Tarboro, Triangle, Goldsboro, Halifax, Statesville

And all my niggaz doin life behind the wall

This right here, right here, right here's for

Uhh, uh-huh, uh-huh, beat it, beat it

You remember them days y'all, we used to play y'all

The radio and put our own lil part in the song y'all

We used to (Rep our city, rep our city!)

Runnin through the school halls

just before our basketball pep-rally jumped off (hah!)

My house, my home, my hood (hah!)

My brother, my sister, my cous' (hah!)

My niggaz that was there from the beginin

been wit me even 'fore they knew what bein with me was

Y'all niggaz just glanced at it, now I gotcha starin at it

Wouldn't been the same ol' North Carolina, it's been then

Y'all niggaz just gettin it, oh it's a shame isn't it?

Oh you thought we said we were comin wit a whole lotta songs

we were bullshhh! (ahh!)

Man I had to do it

just incase you were one of the ones who wanted to come and ask somethin stupid

(What you think you doin?) What it look like?

Puttin it down for my niggaz in the south side

North Carolina, South Carolina

And all my little bitty ova looked hick towns

We gonna hit y'all asses, ain't nothin but a T.D. blast

that we got comin atcha, (beat) slammin, (first) classic

(Go for this) What's after platinum?

(Baby you don't want the bomb) And I don't meant to scare ya

but I'm about to bring it home

Blow these fellas, these hills, these streets and N.C. out the water

How's it feel to look a mothafucka dead in the grill and tell 'em I told ya

Uhh, af-after seeing this

I, I have no other questions, I, I mean I

Hey look, this is David Nevermind

I'm signing off, but before I'm outta here

Remember, if I ever talked anything about the Polk guys, nevermind

North Carolina and V.A. are definitely at the front of the line

You have my vote of support, over and out

21. Jonell (ft. Method Man) -- Round and Round (January 5, 2002)

Yeah yeah

All the game that you was spittin

Did you know that you was trippin

Never thought to see me dippin

But I had to get missin

I'm tired of you stressin me

Why don't you let it be

Comin round testin me

Fuckin with me mentally

Good bye

Don't wanna see your face no more

So long

Pack your bags want you out the door

Cause everytime I play this ball game

Time and time again it's gonna rain

It's gonna rain

Oh shit there you go again

Flippin on me

One minute we the shit

The next minute you shittin on me

So what's the problem huh

No way let me guess

You need some space

And some place to get a load off your chest

No better yet

You don't get enough attention at home

And when I'm gone

I don't even think to pick up the phone

I'm dead wrong

Now you're fed up

Packin my stuff fuckin my head up

And I see it in your face right now you'd wish I'd shut up

Really don't know what you came here for

Round and around we go

Setting your bags outside the door

Round and around we go

If you don't understand where I'm comin from

Then my heart is tellin me you're not the one

All the games you played and all the lies

You're not the one for me no more so baby bye bye

Pack your bags and get to steppin

You gotta let it go you need to stop trippin

(I hope you don't think I'm a let you back it)

Cause you's a fool

Don't waist your time

You fooled me once but not a second time

Now it's time for you to go away

I packed your things nothin else for us to say

Bye

I was gutter when you met me

Gutter when ya left me

Gutter when you came back

Face that nothin can change that

Not romance or marriage counselin

You dropped the ball now I'm bouncin

Buy me a room burn up an ouncin

Waiting for my baby to call

Forgivin all

A lesson break up

To make up

Shit givin me drawers

Now adore me amor

But everytime she choose to go to war

I'm lookin at the front door

Today I made up my mind

To get away

Everyday

I sit and pray

Everyday

Everyday

Today I made up my mind

To get away

Everyday

I sit and pray

Everyday

Everyday

22. Mr. Cheeks -- Lights, Camera, Action! (March 2, 2002)

I'm talkin to these motherfuckers

Yea, ok, yea, ooh, ooh (This one's a vivrant thing)

LB, G.I. one fam, oh my (Bounce with me now)

Big, dawg, hot (I'm talkin, this gone be somethin now)

Mr. Cheeks, whoo (I'm talkin lights, camera, action)

Ohhhh Kay (Get down now)

Big dawg now one shot deal shit

Yea, ok, now I'm in the spot where I wanna be

Money spent, niggas gettin bent, chicks in front of me

Just the way I like it, hunnies turnin somethin

I got a seat up in the cut and I'm burnin somethin

Booties dancin 'round a nigga and I'm killin one

Killin one from the top of the stash and I'm feelin buns

Plus I'm do' low at a table - I'm fuckin with this chick,

with a phat body and the ring up in her navel

Dances around, she struts with the "fuck" walk

Touches her toes, and she can make her butt talk

Do whatcha gotta do, I ain't mad at 'chu

Know a lot of haters when they seen and as bad as you

You's a real bad girl, a nigga need that

Sippin on ya Henny, askin where the weed at

Lemme put you onto somethin

You fuckin with a big nigga, no frontin

Uh shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin

Fuckin with me for real, it's gone be somethin

Yea, I'm talkin lights, camera, action

Had me singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

I love the way it's goin down she got the thong on

She started bouncin more once she heard the "Thong Song"

Them high heels got them calves lookin right too

Shorty come live with me for the night true

Shit I'm only tryin to holla - it's only right you holla back

So where you headed lemme follow that

Now word up I got plans for you

It's more than my tongue and my hands'll do

The way you move to the music - it make a nigga wanna,

take you up outta here, go somewhere, loose it

And your physique is off the chain

It's gonna be hard gettin you off the brain

I mean we could take a drive in the X5

The way you boogie on the floor, know that sex slide

You's a dime piece, I'm tryin to see somethin

Suck your t's and in your front and lemme squeeze somethin

I got a few hours left 'til a nigga jet

And I'm hopin that it's you that a nigga get

Hear them callin out ya name, I guess ya showtime

Get'cha money shorty, lemme see you pole climb

Toes out, back showin off the tat-toooo

Fuck the dumb shit, a nigga had to snatch youuuu

Lookin as good as ya smell, pay your own bills

Ask officer, cuz your pushin your own wheels

Yea I'm feelin you tryin to see the deal with you

What's goin on, later on, can I chill with you?

We can do anything that you wanna do

You know the way a nigga feel, all I want is you

Get ya dance on

Love the way you make the moves with no pants on

Let's ride! Bounce to ya man's song

Let's get to goin, it's goin on before the chance gone

Next stop

Yo, turn with me now

Do my thing, hey swing with me now

Big dawg now, one shot deal shit

Keep it tight, and this is how we steal shit

It's that real shit, it's that new shit

How we come thru shit

Mr. Sexy keep shit hot with us

Let's go get it, niggas tryed to come get us

Back, niggas know my fuckin style

Got the booties in the back, HEY meanwhile

We just suckin and smokin and drinkin

Hey man, what the fuck is they thinkin

Aww shit, we's high tonite

Well my nigga said "Let's ride tonite"

We out in Miami

We in New York

Twist the cap, pop the cork

Yea shorty, lemme see somethin

Fuckin with me and my team, yea it's gone be somethin

I'm talkin 'bout lights, camera, action

Had a nigga singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Yea, oh, ha-ha, sorry Ms. Jackson

Shorty actin like she ready for some action

23. Naughty by Nature (ft. 3LW) -- Feels Good (April 27, 2002)

Ohh.. hey naughty.. Oh where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at

Welcome to our party, sexy little shorties

Written on your hit and licking lot from my Bacardi

Rub it on my body, kiss and twist and barley

Ask da damn dadda der, do dat song, while I ooh-ah, ooh-ah

How I do that so long? On the DL world baby

Swellin' dub crazy, DJ rewind that Naughty with that 3L-Dub baby

I move simple, just as sooth mix'll move gentle

I give ya mother-mm-mm, goose pimples

Ain't the last brother passed over

I be the master of the E or that cab punch a back brother

N..A..U..G..H-T..Y......B..Y...Na, Na, Na, Nature, not cuz I hate ya

Master the matress, flip, I go backwards, a little kiss on your cheek

Will make you back with the Treach, it...

It feels good to ya

Let me see how you rock wit it

Bout the beat baby, drop wit it

And don't worry bout a damn thing

It feels good to ya

Let me see how you rock wit it

Do your thing, come close wit it

And don't worry bout a damn thing

It feels good...

Hey, ever since back in the day

From O.P.P. down to Hip Hop Hooray

Who invented party anthems that ease stress away?

You got drama, never mind that

Naughty by Nature, 3L-Dub on star tracks

We got that flavor that make your hands clap, toes tap

And cross the culture on the generation age gap, never can you fade that

We make your body like, rock to this

Everybody's block parties gonna walk to this

To the family is a number one

And all those haters who ain't thinking we still having fun

Better throw your towel in son,

How many years have we proved we can do this?

How many people we inspired to pursue this?

Well if you wanna test the man to the truth is,

Naughty by Nature makes that Feel Good music

Dang, Dang, I don't wanna go to the party

ain't a party if it ain't...Naughty

Body to body dance...Naughty

Oh lordie, its IIcon and Naughty

Its the groove move more of us hate

C'mon and stroll with us

When everybody smiles it makes the whole day glorious

Slide left, slide right, throw your hands high, I know thats right!

The I strong, we ride strong, double IIcons

You wanna stop perimeter, let by-gones be by-gones

Slide left, slide right, lets just find out, why let me find out?

Ooh-ah Ooh-ah, outdoor with indo'

Heyyy-yo, drop the keys out the window

We got the molly, with my yardies we partying,

Cuz after the party its the after-party

Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands (Hey, Hey)

Hey, don't worry bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya,

Rock wit it, drop wit it,

And don't worry bout a damn thing

24. No Good -- Ballin' Boy (June 1, 2002)

We ballin boys... (we ballin boys)

We ballin boys...

Whattcha know bout them Miami boys?

Whattcha know bout them Houston boys?

Whattcha know bout them Mississippi Memphis boys, ballin boys?

Whattcha know bout them 'Bama boys?

Whattcha know bout them Cajun boys?

Whattcha know bout them Bayou boys, 3rd Ward ballin boys?

Yeah, one time for them Southern boys

Y'all boys can't mess with us

Y'all boys be stressin us, y'all girls be testin us

While we drive outta town, doin thangs in them Navi' trucks

Got major dough, y'all boys be hatin yo

Tell them boys, roll them D's and lows

Can't stop it yo, cuz the five be hot ya know

Bust shot till ya drop ya know (bah bah bah...)

T nasty, I don't think y'all ducks wanna see me

Cuz it's sweet till ya see P, letcha girl watch while I pee-pee

Drank Henny, smoke trees, have her feelin like ecstasy

I represent for my southern playaz

Hell with all them other playaz

Choked out with my brother playaz

Choke, choke, pass it around - pound for pound

round and round, where'd it get down

H-Town, lay it down, tote big thangs round

One time for the underground

Trees for days, freaks to play, M-I-A

Lay back and switch the days

Still piss on the chick, while the girl kiss on the stick

Southern Hospitality clique, that's real boy

Slow down, ya need ta chill boy, down south we get ill boy

Come on!

Whattcha know bout Atlanta boys?

Whattcha know bout them Dallas boys?

Whattcha know bout them Tampa, Tallahasee boys, ballin boys?

Whattcha know bout Little Rock boys?

Whattcha know bout them Jackson boys?

Whattcha know bout them North and the South Cakalaky boys?

We ballin boys... (we ballin boys)

We ballin boys...

Whattcha know about box Chevys, Yukons, mirror-tint

Infinitis on platinum D's?

Cadillac Escalades, Navigates, Cherokees on triple D's?

The realest G's, gold teeth, lots of money, lots of trees, Miami

Whattcha know about strip clubs, Rolex, CoCo's...

Whattcha know about 3rd Ward, how it kept a playa hard

and they'll pull ya card, take ya life in a minute?

Dig ya grave, drop you then put you in it

Whattcha know about buyin yoke, cuttin yoke

Settin shop, then sellin yoke

The Dirty South, gats all in yo mouth, walk you in yo house

Lay ya rump down, give that money up, we don't give a what

The realest playaz, if y'all gon' get us, yo girl's my girl playa

Let them know girl, play this game for days, M-I-A today

Candy toys, soulja boys got gats that's hot and burn boy!

Whattcha know bout Atlanta boys?

Whattcha know bout them Dallas boys?

Whattcha know bout them Tampa, Tallahasee boys, ballin boys?

Whattcha know bout Little Rock boys?

Whattcha know bout them Jackson boys?

Whattcha know bout them North and the South Cakalaky boys?

We ballin boys... (we ballin boys)

We ballin boys...

Peanut butter jelly - peanut butter jelly

Peanut butter jelly - peanut butter jelly

Now overtown hop - overtown hop - overtown hop - overtown hop

Now city boy wit it - city boy wit it

City boy wit it - city boy wit it

Now hump wit it - Now hump wit it - Now hump wit it - Now hump wit it

Now work som'in - work som'in - work som-in - work som'in

Now shake som'in - shake som'in - shake som'in - shake som'in

Now break it on break it on break it on down

Break it on break it on break it on down

Now break it on break it on break it on down

Break it on break it on break it on down

We ballers boy, what what, we ballers boy, what what

We ballers boy, what what, we ballers boy, what what

What about Miami boys - what about them Tampa boys

What about them Liberty City, Carol City ballers what

Now what, we ballers boy...

25. P. Diddy (ft. Usher & Loon) -- I Need a Girl (Part One) (June 8, 2002)

Yeah, c'mon

I need a, I want a

I need a girl to ride, ride, ride

I need a girl to make my wife

I need a girl who's mine oh mine

I need a girl in my life

Yo, I'm internationally known on the microphone

I got it all, but I really need a wife at home

I don't really like the zone, never spend the night alone

I got a few, you would like to bone

But, chicks that romance me, don't tickle my fancy

Bonin' Tiffany, Nancy; that's not what my plans be

I need a girl that could stand me, raise me a family

Go from trips to Delancy, to trips to the Grammy's 'cause

Most of these girls be confusing me

I don't know if they really love me or they using me

Maybe it's the money, or maybe you ain't used to me

'Cause you was depressed and now you abusing me

That's why I need me a girl that be true to me

Know bout the game, and know how it do to me

Without a girl on my side, shit'll ruin me

Forget the world, girl, it's you and me

Yo, you would I met a lot of women in my lifetime

But see it's not a lot of women that got the right mind

I done had pretty chicks with all the right features

And 'hood rat chicks that only rock sneakers

Cellphones and beepers, and know how to treat ya

You break her heart, she'll walk out and leave ya

I find a girl, I'm 'a keep her

'cause now I'm getting money and the game getting deeper

You want some real shit, I need somebody I can chill with

I need somebody I can build with

I need somebody I can hold tight

Wintertime, when the fall ends, Snow White.

Anytime we together feel so right

You the girl I been looking for my whole life

God bless me, I'm glad I got the insight

Because of you girl, now I understand life

I need a girl...

I had a girl that would've died for me

Didn't appreciate her so I made her cry for me

Every night she had tears in her eyes for me

Caught a case, shorty took the whole ride for me

First we were friends then became lovers

You was more than my girl, we was like brothers

All night we would play fight under covers

Now you gone, can't love you like I really wanna

But every time I think about your pretty smile

And how we used to drive the whole city wild

Damn I wish you would've had my child

A pretty little girl with Diddy's style

This shit is wild

All them days that I reminisce

About the way I use to kiss them pretty lips

But as long as you happy, I'm 'a tell you this

I love you girl and you're the one that I will always miss

I love you, yeah

26. Cam'ron (ft. Juelz Santana) -- Oh Boy (June 15, 2002)

Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa

All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)

Look at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)

Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood

Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over

Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin

Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin

With lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters

Cops and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)

But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that

Mink on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat

She wan't the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)

Now she screamin out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Now she playin with herself Cam dig it out lift her up

Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick on up

They wan't the boy Montana with guns with bandanas

Listen to my homeboy Santana

Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)

Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy)

Get him call his (Boy) he weezin he need his (Boy)

He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)

This niggas bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)

If feds was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....

I'm in trouble need bail money, shit

Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)

That's why I buck for my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)

He 'gone get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)

That's my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)

Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy)

Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)

When the cops come......squalin!!!!

Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's

PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar

Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy

Killa...holla....listen, it's the D-I-P (Boy)

Plus the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)

Your moms will say (Oh Boy)

Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em

Matter fact guroos start poppin 'em

Then slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)

Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)

Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)

Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Until that man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon

These kids are grand standin

niggas demand randsome over them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Well fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam blam 'em

Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin

Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy

Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin like fanicky

Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela

We got what you chill it though and fill with them holla's, huh

27. Nelly -- Hot in Herre (July 13, 2002)

Hot in, so hot in here, so hot in

Come on a little bit of uh uh and a little bit of uh uh

Check a little bit of... just a little bit of...

Just a little bit of... just a little bit of...

I was like, good gracious ass is bodacious

Flirtatious, trying to show faces

Looking for the right time to shoot my steam (you know)

Looking for the right time to flash them keys (you know)

I'm leaving, please believe in

Me and the rest of my heathens

Check it, got it locked at the top of the Four Seasons

Penthouse, roof top, birds I'm feeding

No deceiving, nothing up my sleeve, no teasing