[DJ Quik:]
Yes, you're the star
I've got you on my radar
I've got have you in bed
You are the cutest one here I said
And all these guys in here are just jealous
Lookin at me like they might k** us
I don't give a f** about none of y'all
I'm stabbin you all with [?]
Balls, girls, that's all it take
Leave no shells at the scene of the hate crime
Take my 9 and (blam blam blam) b**h
Have you flappin all around like a goldfish
Where's your bowl? Where's your soul?
You said one too many things, n***a let's go
Your mouth wrote a check that your a** can't cash
so you got a 40 caliber rash (rash)
And I got your girl and smashed (smashed)
I took her to sea and bashed (bashed)
She had to be a beauty in the past (past)
I treat her like she has a little cla** (cla**)
I promise I won't cum too fast (fast)
She wanna put my name on her a**
ASSSSSSSSS... awwwww yes, I smoke a lot of weed
Get paranoid then I grab my heat
I'd rather keep the dumper on me
No thank you, I'm not lonely
I don't need a date
I don't want a girl who like to get scraped
Real thick hoe in this fool; take that mini-skirt off
Get tested, call your momma, go back to school
You'll thank me later
Your boyfriend's a f**in hater
I live in Hollywood
He's older than me and can't leave the hood
I make music you can laugh to
Radio playlist cause they have to
Awwwwwwww yes, bang internet
[?] woulda never [?] skinny breath
Take that sh** like you're a vet
You ain't nothin but a [?] let
Flirtin with little boys under 14 years
Why you actin like a Gerald Levert in here?
Awwwwwww, I'm not rich, I'm barely here
I've had a pretty much f**ed up year
Haven't been back since I left the matress
upside down in my taxes and wages
So before you go and turn the page
I'ma come back to smash the bird cage
Awwwwwwww yes, I'm fancy free
s**ers hate that whole thing about me
How can I fall off of the bull
and even losin, keep it movin?
Quik's the sh** no need to prove it
Sex drive so good she's Fahrvergngen
Awwwwwww I don't talk about swag
What it is? What was it?
Can you fizz it? Can you diss it?
This character, you miss it?
Miss America, you visit?
Did you get on the boat without a ticket?
Me too let's kick it!
Alright that's it, the party's over
I am Jupiter's critic with the mind of Mars
b**h you need sun sheet gold wrapped stars
To the present and don't look back
The past don't owe you jack, sh**
We are leaving them back, spit
I Kurpted y'all just that Quik