| Freddy B!
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| Wuz up $hort?
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| Ai, y’know they been waitin on this ol' school game
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| Let’s bring that game back!
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| Like game one thru five?
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| Yeah nigga, just like we use to do it!
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| Well check this out
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| Game! |
| Is the shit
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| Like what? |
| A rat-haired bitch
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| Verse 1: Old School Freddy B
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| I was sittin at my home, all alone
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| Thinkin 'bout bitches I use to bone
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| Tight young bitches, I can’t deny
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| Rat-haired bitches, I can’t lie
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| The bitch had body is all I know
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| Only 18 but looked twenty-fo'
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| Her name was Bitch, class of '92
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| Skyline High and the shit was cool
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| Took her to my house, Moms was gone
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| Turned off the light, unplugged the phone
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| The bitch said «Fred, I hearda you
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| Anything you want, I will do»
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| I dropped my drawers, dick all swoll
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| She couldn’t believe the position was pole
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| In and out, out and in
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| I used the bitch like a ATM
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| G’d the bitch like the one and only
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| Bust two nuts and called her phony
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| She couldn’t believe what I said
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| The next thing you know she was on my head
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| Suckin the dick like it’s suppose to be done
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| Rat-haired bitch make me cum
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| Freddy B that’s the name
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| Rat-haired bitches, I got game
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| Cos Game
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| That’s the shit
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| Like what? |
| (Like what?)
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| A nasty bitch
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| Verse 2: Short Dawg
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| I like to fuck a nasty bitch
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| Witta big fat ass and shit
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| First lay, dick gettin sucked
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| Bitch don’t give a fuck
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| Cos real players run that game
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| When I fuck that bitch she won’t be the same
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| Cos when Short Dawg run up in it
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| Fuck a bitch for about 30 minutes
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| Real player-like, straight to the point
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| Bust a nut while I’m smokin a joint
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| Stop fuckin, still smokin
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| Lay my dick on her lips, say «Open!»
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| Ain’t nuttin like a nasty bitch
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| Acting all fast and shit
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| Bitch just love to flirt
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| When I see her at the club, I’ll be puttin in work
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| Feelin on her ass at the bar
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| Let’s get a room, girl it ain’t too far
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| On the way, y’know what happened?
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| She sucked my dick while I was rappin
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| I just couldn’t resist
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| I couldn’t hold back, I said «BEEYATCH!»
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| Game!
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| All I do is stack
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| Like what?
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| A motherfuckin mack!
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| Verse 3: Old School Freddy B
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| My Copue DeVille is all white
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| Yes bitch, it’s hella tight
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| Crush blue velvet, gameless game
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| White on white wit tha gold thangs
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| Bounce tp the spot, check my crap
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| Wash, wax, straight on fat
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| The bass on heat everytime I ride
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| A long haired bitch on the passenger side
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| Mackin on the cellular phone
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| I can’t be stopped, 50 G’s strong
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| Fred Benz, Freddy B
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| Oaktown, a bitch don’t sleep
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| A motherfuckin mack that’s what I am
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| Taxin a bitch like Uncle Sam
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| She pays the tax, Fred Benz' the pimp
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| 16 G’s put the bitch in
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| No ordinary game, just give it and take
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| East Oakland can’t be fake
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| I slapped the bitch, the money was short
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| Macked on the bitch and now she knows
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| Fred Benz baby, the game is fat
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| Ask these bitches, I’m a mack
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| Game!
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| Is like ridin vogues
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| Like what?
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| Breakin hoes
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| Verse 4: Short Dawg
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| Breakin hoes day and night
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| They call me Shorty The Pimp, my game is tight
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| I never do give hoes slack
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| I’m like Fred Benz, I’mma mack
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| So bitch break yourself
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| I’m an Oaktown nigga, I’ll take your wealth
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| Cos that’s what I was raised to do
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| Break these bitches, get payed fool
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| Y’know Short Dawg ain’t afraid and hurt
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| Any bitch I get, you can’t take her
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| Cos the game is fool-proof
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| Bet’cha momma say I’m tellin ya true
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| So won’t you pay the man
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| Hundred dollar bills all in my hand
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| While I break you bitches
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| Tell a story 'bout ridin with bitches
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| 'Bout these pimp ass niggas from The O
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| We know just what to do with a ho
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| Take her where the tricks get laid
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| Where the hoes get paid
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| You need a pimp, bitch give me a call
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| I drop the top in my El Dawg
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| Cos Game
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| It’s the shit
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| Like what?
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| Like a bitch
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| Outro
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| Ai, Short Dawg?
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| Wuz up Fred?
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| I ain’t smokin no more dank wit no more bitches
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| Hell naw nigga
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| Bitch wanna smoke a 20 sack, sge got to spend 20
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| KnowhutI’msayin?
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| If the bitch wanna 50, what she gotta do $hort?
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| She gotta do me, you and the whole crew, he hah
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| And my nigga PO too!
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| Hey, y’know what? |
| Freddy B…
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| What’s that baby?
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| And Too $hort. |
| We go way back man!
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| 1981, Freemont High School
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| We the two niggas who invented the word 'BEEYATCH!'
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| BEEYATCH!
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| Hey wait wait wait. |
| BEEYATCH! |