Intro:
[touch tone sounds]
(Children in unison)
Momma, Momma, dad's calling 1-900 numbers again!
[phone rings]
[Verse 1]
Picture this: the house is empty
You're looking at the phone, so motherf**ing tempting
Then you see us on the TV, so you copy the number
Real fine hoes make your mind start to wander
Dial 1-900 on your telephone
Hoping that your wife don't bring her fat a** home
The phone is ringing, your heart is beating fast
You know I'm talking sh** on your monkey a**
1-900-248-2437
You dialed it again, that makes it eleven
Times you called, yeah, that's a b**h
Call it again, cause you're making me rich
Five dollars a minute you call
After that, you get f**ed up your doo doo walls
Seventy five cents, now the rates begin
Chorus:
1-900-248-2437 b**hes
A ho with an attitude is f**ing with your ears
(2X)
[Verse 2]
The telephone company and the workers, too
Looking at your bill, tripping on you
Time after time, they see the same number
Them goofy motherf**ers start to wonder
So they went to the phone, and tried it for themselves
Four weeks later, they got to seek help
Just like the pipe, they call it addiction
You can't stop calling, creating confliction
Still your f**ing wife in the middle of the night
Me on the phone, you there at home
Buying me diamonds, then a fur coat
Next comes the rope off your motherf**ing throat
And after you steal everything you can
You go seek counseling just to get another chance
Eight weeks later, there you go again
You see the number, go get your paper and pen
Chorus:
(2X)
[Verse 3]
President Bush, and Barbara, too
Sitting at home, with nothing to do
Knowing in their minds they got a big problem
They want to call up the hoes to help them solve it
Now what in the f** they do that for?
Cause Barbera won't soothe Bush no more
All the way in the White House, they blowing up the bill
Motherf**ing hoes, yeah, you know the deal
Noriega, sitting in his cell
He want to get away, to get some bail
He want to call uπ the hoes, but no collect calls
Just laugh in the joint, and play with your balls
Poor Mandela, just getting home
Calling up the hoes on the telephone
All the way in Africe, we got it going on
Motherf**ing hoes, you know we're too strong
Chorus:
(4X)