Nate Dizzle, Fred Rizzle Put the pieces to the pizzle All the ladies who like sex like I do Come up to my room, I'm gon' give it to you All my homies
nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch You ain't into hittin' pussy or hittin' the switch You into hittin' bitches off of the grip, you punk bitch All
cars Thugged out baby in my new busta's Gangstas, all of them gangstas, none of them let me see up Ridaz throw ya heaterz up Ladies, OG'z, sorry that
knock somebody's fuckin head off Cause I know if they get up I won't get a chance to let off Another punch I'm punk rock, no one's punk Don't give a FUCK
a Panamera Everybody starin', tryna see what I'm wearin' From the era, where M.O.B. mean money only better (Chorus) (T-Pain) Okay, Pizzle! Ehem Ladies
Kool G. Rap] Brothers on the corner sellin junk got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks
feet Give 'em feet, they take the street My city's called 'Everybody Eats' The operations don't skip a beat Don't you take my squad as chumps, punks
to fight you punk asses Like pun said, "You not even En Mi Clasa" Make backspins, back seat, TV plasma Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers Whatever
my roof, wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on the rug, 'Golden Grain' in the stash Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride We go front, back and side to side Some punk
-lak-a, I got a hand that'll rock ya cradle Cream you like cheese, spread you on my bagle My Ford Explorer boomin' with the clumped-up funk All you jealous punks
wide mob figgaz World wide mob figga (O U T L A W Z) World wide mob figgaz (For real, for real) World wide mob figgaz Check game little young punks
, I know that some real punk shit Fuck that, I ain't tryna hear that drunk shit Bitches like that get stomped out You know the rules, beat a bitch till she conk out Lady
choosy And then I love my cake, like that Ricky love Lucy On some peanut butter leather, with the wood so grainy It must be raining dollars 'cause she lookin' so gravy Sophisticated lady
inside a broken antenna Motherfucker [Verse 4: Coast] I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and downs Anybody plays about it, my lady has sounds Homie
passed out Come on let's get high (High) Let's get high (High) Come on let's get high (High) Let's get high, all my ladies Let's get high (High) High
ting-a-ling Now the man, I'm here again Don't want it to ever end It's feeling too good Gimme some more, oh lady lady Your body the kind I like-ah Big
thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute Why am I here? To pay a fuckin' parking ticket The lady at
Ladies and gentlemen The host of phat, uhh, Phat or Wack? Uhh your friend and mine Bink Chipperwink (Applause) Hello everybody I'm Bink Chipperwink And