Use your head silly...
Where yo head at?
Shawty, where yo head at?
Show me where yo head at
Shawty, where yo head at? (thats all I know)
Yall aint never heard of B. Stille, the look that seals
Screwed up coupe DeVille, peep the vertical grill
Well Killa Cowboy pull the dirty cowbell
Hell anyway ya do the certified playa
The thickest, the thicker, the better, the pick of the litter
The sicker the chicken, the bigger the dick I deliver
The kidney, the liver, the shiver, the give in her BACK
Make the bigger the nigger deliver the miggity-MACK!
Yall so ridiculous, hoes all up in my businesses
Got em stuffin up my tennant biz
My friend is here, so come around actin shady
I warned ya (Dick Tracy) like Warren Batey
Prophit hit it, 2-3-4-5
Kicked it off, 6-7-8-9, from behind
10-11-12, Im... a glad man slingin geni-til yall
Want that, get that - (here we come now)
Jump back, get back - (keep it goin now)
Which one? this one - (think about it now)
"She gon lemme cut thats all I know"
Im bout to leave ya juice joint
Drunk as a mug, drunk out his mind
Too damn drunk to drive, jump out the ride
Lookin for a chicken to pluck, with plumped up thighs
Gotta be thicker than Grannys gravy on the side
So when I get it, I can cut her, big ol chunky slice
And if I love it, Ima lick it like its pumpkin pie
Now you guys dont really wanna it, this is countryfied
Now tell me whattcha really know about the country side
I been in the wild slums po
Now wonchu tell me whattchall know about them country folk
With all the chicken wing and fish and the dirty spokes
My yeaga smoke, betta sell and twank, and blowin smoke
(That fool cool aint a thang) Look how that Caddy roll
On them twenty-two like Muddy (?) the fuck and blow
We forever reppin Tucky and erythang below
Skinny D, slum, Nappys how the stories roll,
we got that bump fo sho (yea)
Got the keys and we leavin, didnt even see the laws
So do we believe in?
Man these girls is bout freakin
Suckin and fuckin and tusslin, for the evenin, please believe em
Whos that girl? Oh that girl
Somethin outta magazine, curvy queen
Cross between, Britney, Whitley, Whitney (crispy) Mya, Pink
Kim and Lil...
Oh where yo head at, askin me where my bread at
Tell ya man, man I said that
Stop the askin me, and naggin me, and harrassin me
for it be a tragedy
Dont you know the damn thang
They come to do the damn thang
For they leave best believe they do the damn thang
Scales throws scragglers
Hooks em like hagglers
Dont talk much the game is spectacular
(Told you to use your head silly
Where yo head at? I aint stutter
Getcha mind outta the gutter and pass the butter
Thats all I know, come on
"She gon let me cut, thats all I know..."
"She gon let me cut, thats all I know..."
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