[Mr. Bigg, toned down voice, Hook X3]
Your friends ain't sh**
Your sister ain't sh**
And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman b**h
[Mr. Bigg in a higher voice, with females, Hook X6]
Your friends ain't sh**
Your sister ain't sh**
And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman b**h
[Verse One]
Some nasty a** b**h said I had a nasty mouth
Every time I open don't nothin' but nasty sh** come out
Listen b**h to this story about
A young n***a comin' straight from the f**in' south
I'm 6'6" slangin' dick Alabama style
f** a b**h and call her a ho and kick her out the door
b**hes like it when a n***a talk nasty to 'em
Beat they a** and take they cash
And them project hoes I don't trust 'em
n***as fall in love with them but everybody f**in' 'em
I'm talkin' national hoes until I die
A b**h can't respect herself so why the f** should I?
Say yes ma'am or call you a lady
Take you out to dinner b**h you got to be crazy
You got the nerve to say I ain't sh**?
Cuz I got no respect for a sorry a** lazy a** b**h
[Hook with Mr. Bigg and females X4]
[Verse Two]
Have you ever met a b**h in your life that was no good?
Everybody done f**ed her in the neighborhood
They all call her by her nickname
She s** dick man
And she love the dopeman
Different n***as every night different cars in the yard
The stankin' b**h f**ed all my homeboys
And on check baby b**h got a lot around the house
n***as waitin' to stick they dick up in the b**h mouth
All you silly hoes and food stampers
You gettin' your hair fixed you need to be buyin' some pampers
Your babies ain't had shoes in a year
But you're wearin'
Diamonds in your motherf**in' ears
b**h you gets no respect
Since you ??? me to kick your a** clean out the projects
I feel sorry for your babies
They can't help it if they motherf**in' nanny just plain lazy
Dirty dishes in the sink cuz they ain't been fed
And they sleepin' in a pissy a** bunk bed
Five other kids five different daddies
Little bad motherf**ers throwin' rocks at my Caddy
I still give 'em change everytime I see 'em
The b**h don't need 'em cuz the b**h won't feed 'em
You got the nerve to say I ain't sh**?
Cuz I got no respect for a sorry a** lazy a** b**h
[Hook with Mr. Bigg and females X4]
[Verse Three]
Went to the mall what I seen was a f**in' shame
I seen some hoes out there stealin' but I ain't gon' call they name
They didn't know it but I seen they a** creepin'
Had a trunk full of sh** that they done stole out of Gayfer's and Parisian's
The b**h tried to call me a lie
Tryin' on clothes that you know your a** ain't gon' buy
b**hes like to steal silk (sh**)
But won't go to the store to steal a can of milk
They wanna blame it on they baby daddy
You can't blame your baby daddy you don't know your f**in' baby daddy
I see you in the club thinkin' you the sh** ho
But for real though you tryin' to turn a trick ho
With the first n***a with the most gold on
Fat ??? beeper and a celluar phone
Now it's time for you to take all the k**
Forty dollars for the light bill fifty for the phone bill
More kids than the b**h own already but
p**y so big motherf**ers gotta bring a lunch
And a Walkman with extra batteries
n***as throwin' a party on that p**y every Saturday
You got the nerve to say I ain't sh**?
Cuz I got no respect for a sorry a** lazy a** b**h
[Hook with Mr. Bigg and females until fade]