[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent - singing]
She said she love it, she like my muuuu-sic
She like that I’m thuggin, she loves G-Unit
[50 Cent]
What? Uh-huh; she feelin the kid
Baby girl you can push me, pull me, scratch me, screw me
Holla my name out while we fuckin on top
You can ride like a rodeo, oh you freaky and I know so
I’m with it if you like it in your butt
She’s a working girl
Get on top and let me see you work it girl
Don’t stop – get it, get it
You can ride ’til you’re satisfied
Thought of your lovin in my brain make me sing in the rain
(Peep what she said)
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
She like my music… G-Unit!
WOO~! Yeah… G-Unit {NON-STOP}
[Tony Yayo]
Man anything goes when it comes to hoes
Ma your feet look good, let me suck on them toes
And if your body smell right, let me lick all them holes
I bust a nut in your face and wipe my dick on your clothes
Baby – spark the blunt and light the incense
Now it’s time to freak off with my project princess
Y’all groupies wanna talk, and send fanmail
Cause y’all see me in The Source and the XXL (ha ha ha~!)
[50 Cent - singing]
Everybody wants to be real
Still they wanna hide how they feel
Nigga you’re supposed to be real
When niggaz find out that you’re tellin
Nigga you gonna get yo’ cap peeled
Cause they get it, and now you know you gon’ it
Truuuuuuuuuuuue, I know true thugs are hard to find
Just let me find you, f’real
I’ll put a hole in yo’ ass with the blue steel
Keep yo’ punk-ass from tellin – HA HA!
Oooooh nigga you, tell on me
And you’ll diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee-hiiiiiiiigh
You heard me nigga?
I said you, tell on me
And you’ll diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee-hiiiiiiigh
I got somethin for you nigga
I’ll put my hood on it, fo’ sho’
Ha ha, G-G-G-Unit {*echoes*}
{*set to Ms. Jade’s “Ching Ching” instrumental*}
[50 Cent]
Yeah! G-G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT!!~!
(Yayo) {NON-STOP}
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
I hustled then I got that ching ching ching
Then I bought my bling bling bling
That’s how I got your fuckin bitch on my dick
[Tony Yayo]
You can catch me run inside nigga, doin my thing
Cause what I write with my pen got me next to Don King
I’m blowin H-2-O, in a H2
With a project chick named Rachel
I got rocks on my neck, with a big-ass piece
And come through in a Lex with Claudette Ortiz
With no roof on the top, that’s my Sunday car
In the Hummer lookin hot, that’s my Monday car
I got a stable of hoes, now I’m a P-I-M-P
And bring in bitches on a Amtrak with grams of D
We got beams on the gat, we detail our weapons
And the way that I rap, we e-mail addressin
Niggaz hear what I spent, and wonder how I write it
G-Unit gon’ win, we on automatic pilot
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
With menage-a-trois’ I got these dykes wet
Off of blue E pills with the knife checks
I’m still blowin green in the PJ’s
Laid out in the cut readin screenplays, nigga be ea-sy
Don’t talk grea-sy, the rap game needs me
I spent 16, you gettin charged by the freebie
Y’all niggaz in court, spillin the beans
About the kid from New York that be killin the fiends
I’m a H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler
I got 2 maids but fuck it I need a butler
[Chorus]
BITCH!!
{Can’t forget, rewind, DVD magazine}
“Can the drummer have some!”
{*scratching*} DJ please, pick up your phone
I’m on the request line {*scratching*}
[50 Cent]
G U-nit!
[Missy]
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on)
[Chorus]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
{*”I put my thing down, flip and reverse it” – backwards 2X*}
If you got a big [elephant], let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
{*”I put my thing down, flip and reverse it” – backwards 2X*}
[50 Cent] (Missy)
(REMIX) Unh Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me (I’m freaky)
She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me)
Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me
She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT
Next time I’ll hit her in that G5 TRUCK
I’ve got the magicstick, I can go for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls don’t cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I’m in love
I’m looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed
This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club
[Missy]
I’d like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha
You do or you don’t or you will or you won’t cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
See my hips and my tips don’tcha
See my ass and my lips don’tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah
Boy oh boy its good to know ya
[repeat chorus]
[Verse 2]
If you’re a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah
Don’t I look like a Halle Berry post-ah?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah
You won’t find a bitch that’s even bett-ah
I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
{*”Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards” – backwards*}
I’m not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
{??} thanga thang, {??} thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass
Ain’t no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah
Prince couldn’t get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin, “Oh yessuh massa”
Picture Lil’ Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don’t have to ask ya
When I come out, you won’t even matt-ah
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon
[Chorus]
To my fellas, ooooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
{*scratching*}
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God