Hey Ladies

If you really want it...

That's if you really want it...

That's if you really want it...

Hey, Ladies if you really want it, we can get it cracking, oh yeah

That's if you really want it

Hey ladies, if you really want it, we can get it cracking, oh yeah

That's if you really want it

I love hoes -- oops, I mean pretty bitch

Thick thighs, big brown eyes, with dick on your mind

That love to polish the dick, til they see the big shine

See you hoes, I did it up to her, out for hustling for mines

Seems like all I do is hustle with rhymes, or chuck a rhyme when I spit

And she drop down to her panty lines

So I dropped a few with the bar, and they gave me a few

Dropped a few more at the label, and they gave me a deal

I'm like a lover for the ecstasy pill, that's why I spit the best shit

To make your ex-bitch on ecstasy switch

She cop now, she turn now, she making me speak

Cause I know how to get shit cracking, in this game

Game of chasing whem I'm dicking these hoes

Fake bitches, yo I'm sick of these hoes

I just wanna stick my dick in they holes

You ain't a dime, you a chicken in clothes, I clip your wings

Pluck the feathers off your back and make a casserole

She fast to roll with an old nigga, even though

She be 18 in June, I'll be in that soon

Leave your window cracked open, I'll be in that room

All night get hard wiper, up in that womb

I got a call from the Doctor of Doom, he said

Fuck this solo bolo mission, I got a whole platoon of hoes (now that's what's up)

Blastin' a cup, her ass on my nuts, harassin' my dick

Kidnapping my sons, by swallowing cum

That's when my body got numb, her name was Pussy Galore

She was the finest of whores, her coochie never got sore

She wore, suits made of valor (yeah, glass up, backing that ass up, out on the floor)

Hello there, mama, I'mma pop a lot

Black Tech boy, puffin' on some sticky marijuana

Do the honor, baby you can give me some head

I'm not a trick though, maybe he can give me some bread

I'm P the weasel, never P the weeney, get it right

You know your bitch ass boyfriend, can't hit it right

You commited right? So all that mean, is y'all sleep in the same bed

So keep it calm, givin' the same head, you gave me and him

Strip clubs, pussy holes, navigator, yeah, nigga, we be in there

If you wondering what I want, it's simple and plain

The neurologist, baby, all I want is them brains

The sound of sweet sugar rain dripped on my window pane

Caramel cinnamon clit, lick my candy cane stick

Soon as the chronic was lit, chocolate factory

We gradually moved accross the dance floor sippin' Daquiri

Dramatic words spoke, like, music to her ear

Turned around, seen her friend, like, what do we have here?

You'se a starter, and you should be the captain of my team

Women's lead, lead them hoes to swollen pounds of purple weed

Smoke it for me please

My name is Monk, love, let's stop at untouchables and get a dove

Sack of Hawaiian gold and the nice clothes

Four 0, from the liquor store, you know we popping

You the Hollywood type, still dickin' for an Oscar

So you in the hood, like I lay down gangsta kike

Niggaz is right, you can graduate and get that ice

I light up your neck, wrist, and ankle with the things you adore

But I don't pop out, baby, I pop more

If you really want it, you got it, black Pocahontas

Give head to violence, I beat the pussy til it's red dropping

You want some money, bitch, I bank your Prada

That ain't my steeze, just put on capri's down to your knees

True indeed, don't clip cheese, so there go these nuts in your mouth

Let the Sharp Shooter bust in your mouth

Soon as I finish I be rushing you out, unless you talking cash

And if you talking cash, baby, what's the amount?