[Verse One]
Woke up one morning off some bomb as co*k
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Seen about six lames lookin' like they Kool and The Gang
I'm like, "Man, what the hell ya name?"
"We the D.A. B.A.N.D."
Hey Ness, ever heard of n***a named Beanie?
Sigel, you a sequel, you far from an equal
Get your a** beat in front of 20 million people
Flow is wack
You a fat a**, stop
Even Puffy said that you not that hot
You need, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12
Looking at the camera man (For what?)
Cause he yelled "Help!"
Conversate then I pick 'em all out
Hey Fred you a b**h, put a dick ya mouth
You ain't king of the south cause you beef with G-Unit
Broke as f** and you drive a Buick
Now your a** wanna fight
I guess your dreads too tight
4:00 A.M. as I stroll back to my crib
How this b**h 22 and got 18 kids?
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
We do this every day about the same time
Beeyotch!
[Hook]
I was at the park one day
That's when I saw her face
She looked kinda man-ish to me
(I'm talking about Babs right now)
So when I take her home
(I swear to God this b**h ain't cute, I swear to goodness)
I drop her off, I'm gone
I'm just a dog don't blame me
(Aye pa** me a drank. I'm really 'bout to do another verse on these n***as)
[Verse Two]
Now do I love Babs
(Hell nah)
And why's that?
(Because you're name's Jeez Louise
And you never give a f** about a b**h
Cause to you, b**hes ain't sh** but hoes and tricks)
Ha ha ha
Di di da di da
Listen to the sounds of that n***a Dylan, blahhh!
{crazy a** Jamaican voice}
(Ayo Dofat, D-Dot, this n***a ain't talkin' 'bout sh**!)
Yeah, and why I know you ain't happy
You 34 years old and still got acne
You half baked n***a with a wack a** crew
I know white boys with dreads more Jamaican than you
And Chopper, please, don't even start it
You got hit with a trash can, you know you garbage
Retarded, n***as don't show you love
How you f** with Bad Boy and still can't get in the club?
n***a