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?