Jeez - Making Da Band lyrics

[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