Well, you found you a coon
Tied him to a truck
He was looking at your girl
Yeah, he was looking for a ride
But you showed that b**h, dintcha?
Now tell your story while the others pinch ya
'cause now youre bunkmates with Bubba
Who wont use no rubba
For the maximum sentence the law would allow
So tell me boys...
Who Da b**h Now? Well, you found you a queer
You promised him some head
Drove him out, tied him up, beat him down and left him for dead
"Thats what you get b**h"
Well thats what you said
You didnt see it was wrong, no you were only seeing red...
But now youll see pinstripes
Bunched around your ankles every night
Youll get used to it much quicker
If you give up the fight and just allow...
And Who Da b**h Now? The irony is plain to see
If you know the definition
You try to be B.M.O.C.
And end up in this position... You found you a Haitian
Brought him down to the station
You boinked him with a broomstick
As a standard operation
You thought youd hide your violence
Behind that big blue wall of silence
But now youre roomin
With some of the b**hes youve been broomin
I applaud the situation, but I wouldnt take a bow
Just tell me, officer, Who Da b**h Now?