One

Sittin' at the stop light lookin at hoes

Peeping out this bitch in her black Girsauds

Windows rolled up tight, top was closed

Blowin swisher sweet smoke out my nose

Open up the door and asked the bitch what's up

Lookin' at me crazy, I'm like bitch what's up

She asked about my woman, I said my woman at home

I asked about her nigga, she said her nigga was gone

I got my pencil and got her digits and things

And after three or four days I gave that bitch a ring

We started talkin and I dropped some shit

Gave her some game and now I got that bitch

Now she wants to give your homie some ass

But there's just one question I got to ask

I called my homie, told my homie it's on

Gotta few hoes that wanna moan and groan

They on they way I just hung up the phone

And we gone be like Marvin Gaye, nigga, gettin' it on

But you gots to keep your head right

And make these bitches feel at home

Cause these Bitches got they head tight

And furthermore, they bringin' weed

Just kick back nigga follow my lead

Hung up the horn and the hoes arrived

Three tight young tenders, them hoes was live

Rolled herself a wooler, told her fade me true

Cock bustin at the seams of her Daisy Dukes

Ass fatter than a motherfuckin quota hoe

Ready to take one of these bitches to the slaughterhouse

Got my shirt over my dick cuz it's hardened to fuck

Cuz I get real daddy wantin to fuck

It's about time to put the game in attack

Tapped and told her what's her name in the back

Got em in my room about to hop in the tub

My homie walked in, "shit, brad, what's up?"

TOld my homie put it down we spend to act a fool

The hoe said "cool, hop yo ass in the pool

I wanna polish up your tool."

But it's just one thing before you do