歌词
作词 : Stinson, Dana
作曲 : Stinson, Dana
Get numbers, get names
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains
Big thangs
Give ****ers crack stains
The mother****er, man
And don't you forget, man.
We be
The best of CG
Greedy
Abduct the PD
See me?
****, not in 3D.
Be me?
Hah, it's not easy.
I'm breezy
And off the Heezy
Me and my woman's like George & Wheezy
Movin' on up, ****ers used to tease me
See me on top
It makes you queasy.
Sick with it
Mother****er, I'm Bruce Lee
Seduce me
You're nice and juicy
In the parking lot, I gots to get mine
Why the **** we goin' in when there's ****ers in line?
I spend my time watchin' ****ers' behinds
Thinkin' bad mother****ers in the back of my mind
I bump and grind with nothing less than a dime
Making movie money, you still investin' in rhymes.
[Chorus]
And I'm in this mother****er
With a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this mother****er
I'm in this mother****er
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this mother****er
I'm in this mother****er
Who got a hundred dollar bill, y'all?
About to spend this mother****er
I'm in this mother****er
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this mother****er.
I'm in here
Got all you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, ****ers start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. section's gettin' tooken
Might dance, might not
might spend enough
Cool as hell, but still pipin' hot
Soon as I find a spot
All my people gather 'round
The mother****er with the diamond watch--me
Ice Cube, mother****er
Next to me, you a test tube mother****er
We kinda rude, mother****er
Get too close and bucka! Bucka! Bucka!
Don't want no problems, y'all
******* around, I'll pull out the problem-solv'
and watch E pills dissolve
nine times out of ten, you hoes involved.
[Chorus ]
Get numbers, get names
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains
Big thangs
Give ****ers crack stains
The mother****er, man
And don't you forget, man.
Security pat downs
I'm a star, mother****er
I been put' the gat down
I been put' the mack down
But check the people that I'm with
'Cause they'll lay you flat down
And they'll do it right now
Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a mother****er might dial
Club-hop, car shows, picnics
Big cars, big jewels, big mother****ers
Rush doors
Or gotta hop the fence
Blow this door
Gotta blow my rent
Gotta show my ass, then go repent
Gotta call in sick
And tell 'em where I went.
[Chorus ]