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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fazon Love
Fazon Love
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
K-Mac
K-Mac
Composer
Lionel Hunt
Lionel Hunt
Composer
Ryan 'binky' Gardner
Ryan 'binky' Gardner
Composer
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Mixing Engineer
Butch
Butch
Producer
John X
John X
Mixing Engineer
Fred Maher
Fred Maher
Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah that's cool Er, everything closed so we just We might as well just go straight to the hotel And just get some rest Let me slide this dick up on in ya If I was fucking you right about now You'd have a dick stuck in you (yeah) Have to go brag to your fucking crew On how this rap nigga dick you down Tenderized them guts and didn't have to kick you down Who this bitch nigga wit' you now? Do we know about your X-files? And your sex styles? And all the niggas that you think about fucking And the shit you know you really wanna do when we buzzin' (hahaha) If I was fucking you, shit, it'd be like drama (yeah) And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac) So do what I tell you and everything'll be alright You're cute as fuck, plus that ass is tight (hype) Get the fuck on 'fore these niggas start to fight I can see it in your eyes, you wanna fuck tonight Give head and everything, she got a fool in love (fool) Gave it up to me, a gangsta, after the club If I was fucking you, I'd be paid than a bitch The horny weight dick gettin' laid is for chips Bitch I'm tryina' make grips Him in with the trojan pack 'o six Hin the gin and juice the mix No time to pause, gots to drop draws Prep though a ass-spanking', breakin' down walls With tactics, nigga used two prophylactics (double-up) Hit the twat chopper style Bang it up back (echo) If I was fucking you (echo) (Overlapping) ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, come on If I was fucking you (echo) (Overlapping) ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, come on If I was fucking you, you'd be like fuck everybody Cube, this pussy yours Washin' dishes, rubbin' floors Doin' chores for a nigga Open doors for a nigga Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a nigga At the motelly, got you on your belly In come morcelli Niggas calling K-Mac, bitches calling Kelly Do it like Arthur Fonzarelli, hit the lights So we can try to reform these potential dykes If I was fucking you, you'd be spendin' all your dough (yeah) Buying nigga shit, that you don't even know (mm) Credit card maxed-out Bank account tapped-out Writin' bad cheques (hahaha) When I call you break your neck You do whatever please me, runnin' burs while I take it easy Will as you do whatever, live your life just to please me These buster-ass niggas make the shit so easy (He was fucking me?) for sheazy If I was fucking you, I'd let the homies fuck too Run up in the guts, bust nuts and we're through Have you fiendin' Cooch screamin, needin' cleanin' Creamin', tag-teamin', suckin' semen Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you love me With video footage of you giving nigga scully (got you) Hold it till you choked off the bitch then got gut And roll one to smoke, grab my shit and shake my spot If I was fucking you (echo) (Overlapping) ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, come on If I was fucking you (echo) (Overlapping) ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, come on Nineteen inches of complicated funk. hahahaha Ango urgin', probably be vomiting dick for a week though Suckin' on semen, hahahahahahah... Hmmm... be careful what you wish for, you just might get
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Kelly B. Garmon, Lionel Hunt, Ryan Garner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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