| Now I, ca-can't w-wait to-to ge-get my-my mon-ney-ey ba-baby! |
| Okay!
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| I’m a certified, supa-fly, hair-down, maniac, lunatic, and tell-a-lie, Cali,
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| I pop a «green thumb», rap star, purple kush, crystal meth, oxytocin,
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| cocaine and black tar
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| Smooth talk a lot, good cook, good job, sexy ass G.Q., gotta blast,
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| down for squire, break a nail, grow it back, drive a pretty cadillac,
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| grab the mic and bust a rap, and count the money, happy with the heat in my
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| lap!
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| I fuck a nigga up with a ball-point pen
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| I keep my women happy, fuck them every now and again
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| Ahhh Haaa Ooohweee
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| I’m standing on the world, the largest Capital «P»!
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| Ha ha haaa on my car
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| Can’t wait to fuck you like a wild-animal in the dark
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| They said I couldn’t do it, but I did it like «What!?»
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| Run up, so what’s up? |
| Nigga you know about us
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| Don’t ever tell him what to do or call yourself checking me!
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| You know I work for the 'killer whale' you just checking out the sea
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| You’d better check the oil in your car, remember who you’re talking to
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| Don’t let these finger nails fool you, i’ll break them all taking off on you
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| Damn, Baby!
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| Do you know who I am? |
| I goes crazy
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| Will you allow me to introduce myself to you
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| Man… Lady!
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| What’s your name, where do you live?
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| And ooohweee
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| Can I offer you a stick of Wrigley’s Spirament gum?
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| And, damn baby!
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| Spend the night with me!
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| And baby ooohweee we don’t have to take our clothes off to have fun!
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| Damn, Baby!
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| What’s up Quik?
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| Hey baby, I bet you, I could put you to sleep
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| She said «How?»
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| I said, «Take one more motherfucking thing from me and step your ass in the
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| street!»
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| I got bombs strapped! |
| bap bap, beep beep
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| (arguing with his hoe in the background)
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| Hey, wait a minute, where you going? |
| Slow down!
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| Look, I didn’t mean to scare you, I apologies
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| Here bitch, sit down
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| I’m just telling you my pedigree
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| I keep it 100, I watch myself because I’m talented and niggas want it
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| I knock a bitch through a brick wall
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| I tell them «come back n' Suga Free the pimp Pomona style, keep it crackin!»
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| I’m trying to tell you something that your Momma forgot, and take it with you
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| bitch until your calves get dropped
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| You a stand-up-hoe or a fall-down-bitch
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| Remember, «bitches fuck for free but prostitutes get rich»
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| And if you get catch a trick slipping, better take that
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| Thats just some extras that your ass don’t gotta make back
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| Just look at all them niggas that you’re fucking for nothing;
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| For some food, for a blunt? |
| You little square ass punk
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| Keep up the free fucking!
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| Oh, you’re an opportunist? |
| Try that shit with me, and your ass will be in a
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| trauma unit
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| Damn, Baby!
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| Do you know who I am? |
| I goes crazy
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| Will you allow me to introduce myself to you
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| Man… Lady!
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| What’s your name, where do you live?
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| And ooohweee
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| Can I offer you a stick of Wrigley’s Spirament gum?
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| And, damn baby!
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| Spend the night with me!
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| And baby ooohweee we don’t have to take our clothes off to have fun!
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| Damn, Baby!
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| Now baby, pussy don’t run this, dick do
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| I think somewhere along the line somebody tricked you
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| But you gon' grow up and try to fuck off with a wrong nigga
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| And think you wrong when he be in you its the church of liver
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| Bitch killer, ain’t no love bitch!
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| It takes a certain kind of woman to be fucking with this
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| Chances are, she had a hard life growing up
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| Momma somewhere drunk, bending over, throwing up
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| She probably got molested by somebody in her family or something
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| And told her that she better never tell nobody or nothing!
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| She held it and let it happen, probably crying to sleep
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| Cuz I got plenty of them on my shoulder crying on me
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| I learned that women don’t forget some shit like that
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| You wonder why she prostituting and she cool with the fact?
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| A lot of these hoes got kids to feed, and nobody helping them out
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| And they gon' get what they need
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| And wouldn’t give a fuck less what you say about her
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| Just don’t touch her or her money, ain’t no play about her
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| Cuz she been in cars and hotels, some crazy tricks
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| Plus she know her job is dangerous, she’s a crazy bitch!
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| And one thing about a hoe, she knows what up on the street
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| And I don’t know about you, but thats the woman for me
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| For real!
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| Damn, Baby! |
| (Yep)
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| Do you know who I am? |
| (Baaa daa) I goes crazy
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| Will you allow me to introduce myself to you
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| God damn! |
| Lady!
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| What’s your name, where do you live?
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| And ooohweee
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| Can I offer you a stick of Wrigley’s Spirament gum? |
| (Damn!)
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| And, damn baby! |
| (yep, shit)
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| Spend the night with me! |
| (baa daa)
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| And baby ooohweee (Gleek badapap shabada haaa)
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| We don’t have to take our clothes off to have fun!
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| Damn, Baby!
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| Suga Suga, Can’t do nothing with no square man, period! |
| You know… my stomach
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| start hurting when I’m around square bitches. |
| You know what I mean?
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| I will pimp till' I die. |
| My name is Suga free Man, I am from the West Side of
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| Pomona man. |
| Yeah man, I we got my nigga Chris right there behind the boards,
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| we got Finguz up in here, its going down man. |
| You know? |
| And uh,
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| if it’s good to you, it must be good for you, and do what the Mob say do.
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| Bitch!
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| Baby! |
| Haaa |