Chorus (4x): [brother marquis]
Can a b**h do a table dance?
Can a b**h do a table dance?
Hell no!!
Can a b**h do a table dance?
Can a b**h do a table dance?
Get out my face, hoe!
Verse 1: [brother marquis]
I don't give my riches to the b**hes!
Shake-dancin' ain't nothin' but trickin'
Ten dollars, too much to give 'em
I done had my two-drink minnimum
I watch from a distance so i can
See,now charles kickin' me out the vip?
b**hes callin' me cheap
While they trick as they dancin' in minks
Hoe, you must be crazy
I know it's your job, but i ain't trickin' miss daisy
I want a quick feel, a cheap thrill -
But i ain't payin' no p**y bills!
If you got mouths to feed,
b**h, you better recognize a dick in need
'cause i'm a 3-piece n***a, b**h, i don't play
I want the p**y, a place to stay, but i don't pay!
Uhh!! uhh!! now throw that p**y!!
Chorus
Verse 2: [fresh kid ice]
Booty clubs where n***as go
Spendin' flow for stripper hoes
And table-tops cost five dollars
If the hoe ain't cute, don't even bother
b**h, come clean from beginnin'
Drop them strings and skin to win
She gotta show pink to get paid
And i don't want a hoe who's always afraid
I'll flip that hoe like a script
'cause for all that flow, n***as might trip
'cause p**y's a man's best friend
And she gotta keep shakin' 'till the record ends
'cause i like them stripper hoes
The ones from rolexx and coco's
So come on, make ya p**y pop
And i keep on gettin' them table-tops!
[spoken]
C'mon, girl, now, show me a shot now...
Aaight!
Uhh!! uhh!! now throw that p**y!!
Chorus
Verse 3: [brother marquis]
Serve me out your best dick-s**er
Much money as i'ma spend in this motherf**er?
You holler "no cash, no a**!"
Well then b**h, i pa**!
'cause i ain't givin' up no cash!
Hell naw!
Not to see yo' funky a**!
You wanna dance?
Don't sewat it!
If i f** for free, then you can dance on credit
Trick-a** n***as just spoil 'em
Payin' 'em more than the club that employs 'em
Checkin' that booty movin'
To me it's just a form of prostitution
n***as be wreckin' theyself,
Thinkin' they got that b**h to theyself?
Well i sit back and relax
But tell b**hes with babies
They need to work for food stamps
You can pop that p**y tax-free,
But you won't get sh** from me!
Uhh!! uhh!! now throw that p**y!!
Chorus
Verse 4: [brother marquis]
I'm lookin' for a crib for the weekend
I ain't got no ends, but i wanna see the skins
I want mine for the low price
I heard b**hes dance free on amateur night!
Shakin' what they mama f** fo'
When your mama was a hoe, did she get dough?
Don't ask me for a dance; i don't need one
I got 99 problems and a b**h ain't one
I'm freakin' on like the next man
When you take this cash, i'm lookin' up yo' a**!
p**y pay the bills, dick pay the rent!
All i got is a thanks and a compliment
Usin' it like a weapon
b**hes gettin paid for s** and affection
f** you and your conversation!
I ain't makin' no f**in' donations!
Uhh!! uhh!! now throw that p**y!!
Chorus
All you hoes get on down!!
[during chorus]:
Hop wid it!!
[hey! take it to the ground!
Hop wid it!
Get on down!
Chorus