| [chorus] Ho upset | |
| Mac Dre come through (She told a nigga to come through) | |
| Let me whoop this puss on you (You can't whoop that puss on me) | |
| Ain't no ho puss worth my life (Ain't no puss worth my life) | |
| I ain't know this ho was shyst (I didn't know the ho was shyst) [verse 1] | |
| I met her on a | |
| Thursday at the | |
| DMV She was payin' registration | |
| I was tryin' to get an | |
| I.D. Didn't trip 'til she talked intellectual | |
| And the way she moved was hella sexual | |
| I threw bait, strictly experimental | |
| Dropped my pencil made it look accidental | |
| She bit quick like a big mouth bass | |
| And when she picked up my pencil all | |
| I saw was ass | |
| I said what's your name, she said my name's | |
| LaShawn I said excuse my ebonics, but baby you the bomb! | |
| She smiled, told me | |
| I was far from ugly | |
| Asked me how | |
| I was doin', | |
| I said lav lav lovely | |
| Looked at my watch, said my schedule's tight | |
| But if you give up the number | |
| I'll call your ass tonight | |
| Right She was with it and gave up the digits | |
| And when I called later on she said come visit [chorus] [verse 2] | |
| Who is it? | |
| She said when | |
| I knocked on the door | |
| I said it's young | |
| M D, oh you ain't knowin' | |
| Stepped inside and | |
| I can tell from a distance | |
| She was burning scented candles and maybe even incence | |
| Boy I tell ya she was in the mood | |
| She said I hope your hungry cause | |
| I cooked up some food | |
| She lit the fireplace threw on a love ballad | |
| Before the main course we ate shrimps and salad | |
| We talked for a while and drinked | |
| Zinfandel | |
| She had ass like ten games of big pin the tail | |
| On the donkey | |
| Chocolate, opposite from honkey | |
| All I can think about is hittin' that monkey [chorus] [verse 3] | |
| She was diggin' your folks, boy | |
| I could tell | |
| How she served fat steaks and big lobster tail | |
| On the first visit | |
| Everything exquisite | |
| The door bell rang she didn't ask who is it | |
| She must've knew dude, cause she gave some cash | |
| He kicked down a twomp sack and a fat gram of hash | |
| We smashed | |
| We turn joints to dubees | |
| She eightysixed the music and pull out three movies | |
| Mohogany The | |
| Mack Baby | |
| Got Back She said, | |
| I'll be right back | |
| Roll the rest of that sack | |
| I rolled the weed up | |
| Then I kicked my feet up | |
| Then two niggas came in with masks all | |
| G'd up The plot thickens | |
| I'm slippin' like a mutherfucka | |
| Mopped and chopped and gettin' treated like a sucka | |
| Five minutes ago | |
| I was feelin' fuck great | |
| But now I'm gagged up wrapped in duct tape | |
| They choke me | |
| Broke me And dropped me off on the bridge | |
| And all I can think about was killin' that bitch | |
| My worst mistake | |
| Fuckin' with a snake | |
| How a playa gonna fall for that | |
| Fortytwo Fake? | |
| That Fortytwo | |
| Fake [chorus to end] |
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