作曲 : Edwards, Glaze, Prince, Smith
[Chorus] What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up) 
Can a ***** get in them guts (them guts) 
Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut) 
Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah) 
Well give me your number and 
I'll call (I'll call) 
And I'll follow that ass in the mall (in the mall) 
Take you home, let you juggle my ***** (my *****) 
While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah) [Verse One] 
This your boy 
Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby 
I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady 
You looking good, 
I think I seen your ass in the hood 
With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could 
But anyway, gone and drop a number or something 
So I can call you later on,on your phone or something 
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something 
It's no limits to what we do,cause tonight we cutting, gut busting 
I'm digging in your walls something viscious 
With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious 
You delirious,or might 
I say you taste so delicious 
With your clear brown skin, almond joys and kisses 
And you ah certified head doctor 
Number one staller that takes ***** in the ass and won't holler 
Bend you over and 
I'll follow you straight to the room 
Where it goes down lovely in the 
Leagon of 
Doom [Chorus] [Verse Two] 
*****t, you know the deal before a ***** even stepped 
Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt 
You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe 
Then bust a nut all over yourself 
The first time 
I called, you were juggling on my ***** 
In and out of your jaws, 
I was beating down your walls 
Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause 
And every time you seen a 
G you was slipping off your drawers, 
I recall I met your ass at the mall, in the fall 
You the one with the dress on, let me take you home 
Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts 
Cut you up like you ain't been cut 
From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front 
Turn around,you got me right 
I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me 
So gone see about a pimp and that monkey 
And that's fo' sho' [Chorus] [Verse Three] 
What's the buiseness baby, can 
I get in them drawes 
I like the way your hands rub against my ***** 
Cause you the one, a ***** met at south dekalb mall 
With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all 135 petite, and your smell is unique 
Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week 
Oh, You a freak, 
I knew it from the first time 
I saw you 
The way you played with your tongue, 
I knew right then 
I would call you 
So what it is, they call me 
Super Don from the ville 
And I'ma tell you like this, cause a ***** so real, and stay trill 
Cause all 
I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the ***** 
I kill And 
I feel, you love to ***** up on a hill 
Suck ***** from behind, and take nut in your grill 
So ***** chill, and shut your mouth just for a second 
While I lay this ***** down on you just like 
I'm Teddy [Chorus]