Chorus 2X



Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe

You don't know the game 'till you fuck

That's how it goes



[Master P]

Young nigga tryin' to get rich

Posted up with this shit

On the grind tryin' to slang that muthafuckin' shit

Servin' the fiends the ice cream

You mean that crack



[King George]

Bullets can't man tag, one time for the gat

Can he make it, will he fake it

Fiends call him Betty Crocker



[Master P]

Cause he got the bacon



[Big Ed]

You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho

Choppin' it up like fat, gettin' hit on that pager

Cause it's all about the skrilla, nigga

Pockets gettin' bigga

Pockets gettin' swolled, but gettin' dubbed by a gold digger



[Silkk]

Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them

Whatever it may be, everybody against them



Chorus 2X



[Master P]

Niggas hittin' the bass, straight playa

But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin' hatas

If I were a football player, i'd probably be Lawrence Taylor

Blockin' these hatas off, be mad

Cause they know Master P's got it goin' man

That's why I fuck your bitch, but she ain't shit

And everybody in the hood know the hoe suck dick

But you cause you lame

But like Ice Cube said,