Money B - Put Cha Thang On Me lyrics

(Numskull, Money B & Clee) Is this my party or yours, my time or yours My drank or yours, my place or yours Can you drive? Naw, I'll drive I don't lie, you lie I even tell the truth when I lie Now gimme some head, cause its the last time You'll ever see a n***a like me I'm on some f**in and flee You only hate cause you lovin to eat You heard 2Pac tape, and now you thuggin wit three Bankrupt, hoodrats, and now they lovin some me (Money B) Say b**h do me a favor Go get your boy a bat, and two shots of yay (alright) I'm thinkin you my flava, I'm bout to put you on my hip Let you vibrate my sh** like a pager That a** is lookin major Do you f** on the first date? Well lets skate like Armor Yaga They say the best p**y is new p**y You even true p**y I turned you into crew p**y (Clee) Now look at this b**h, she bout a eight or a nine But a eight next to Clee, gon make her a dime I just met the b**h, and she want me to make her mine But I'm like b**h, grab a ticket, get a number, wait in line And haters find me to be they worst nightmare Cause I have they b**h cleanin house in they nightware They be like, where in the f** is my b**h at? She proably blowin me back, while she blowin ya scratch (Chorus) Put Cha thang on me I'm tryna drink, f**, nut and get up You got your name on me I see you lookin right, but what yo cash lookin like Put cha thang on me You say you wanna make it hot, well lets shake the spot You got your name on me b**h we ain't trippin on ya We from Oakland, California! (Money B) I'm drinkin hard liqour, the results come quicker I got scratch b**h wikka wikka I'm sick of you bousy hoes I be f**in wit them hoodrats and ????(make a b**h bust a nudey pose) f** that, you got the plush cat, whats that? Bend over, and lemme touch that(whats that?) A freckled face nutstasche Make em take they knee like a touchback And grab a hold to my nutsack, and lemme bust that (Numskull) I'm proably the dopest n***a that the earth ever made I'm fine, I'm long, got game, and I'm paid n***a I can pull a b**h in a mail man suit Leavin checks to checks, scopin in my steel toe boots Now, watch what I tell ya, i'ma pull Lil Kim Cause she done got some sh** fixed Now she holdin her ten From here, its fair game, f**in everybodys b**h Payroll on mine, I ain't turnin down sh** (Clee) Well heres a little somethin about a n***a like Clee n***a been a playa since elementary And I'ma stay a playa till the next century Got the ???sayin, wow b**h its Clee Let a b**h hit to me, I'm the one she wanna leave wit I'ma have that b**h, playboy, please believe it We run game on em, then we run trains on em Its even to the point when they put our names on em (Chorus)