Текст песни
Yeah, where the ladies at? Where the ladies at?
Where the ladies at? Check it out
This is for all the ladies out there
With the lunk lunk, holdin it down
Runnin scams, turnin tricks, playin playas
I'm tellin you you need to snap out of it, knahmsayin?
What the deal be, mama? Body like drama
Other than a minor penny short of a dime
Sharita doin pita, slick movin senorita
Give her two margaritas, she's the big willy eater
Head to toe fashion, love gear with a passion
Never caught lookin scum, I say, "Word she is, son"
Nice lump, lumb, big chest caught me starin
Stressed the D and the Y of a shirt of Donna Karan
She a schemer, cherry red fifty-two eight Beamer
Monopin bar hoppin and it ain't no stoppin
I'm checkin out the way that this chicken motivates
Spreadin legs, wastin eggs up and down the tri-state
Whoa, here she come, dig it, dun
I'ma hit it with a clue and tell her see Frank Perdue
'Cause I keep my erection out the pole she's suckin
'Cause the wrong interjection might lead to infection
It be trees and cheese then bendin knees
Long as a nigga keep paper then it's yours with ease
I know to hold up the half 'cause I deal with math
Quick to run that dash just to ride us class, uh
I've been doing my own thing
I've been doing my own thing
Yeah, what you gonna do for me?
Yeah, I seen you at the African street fest
Dressed in three-fourths to your ankles
Tight wrap skirt, what could that hurt?
You was buyin books, givin flirtatious looks
At the brothers that was eyein your equipment
Light skin pigment
Pierced her belly button and you couldn't tell her nothin
She said she loved the man with dreads
And wasn't impressed with the name brand threads
Are you seein through her game plan?
Sex every night, but never with the same man
A freak for the knowledge
The first week of college you was sneakin brothers in the dorm