[Intro]

(Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good)

[Man:] So what's up with you right now?

[Girl:] What you mean what's up with me? What's up with you?

[Man:] I'm trying to find out what you want to do

[Girl:] I think I need to go home chill out, relax

[Man:] I think you need to go with me and lay down and relax with me

[Girl:] Naw it's too early for that

[Man:] Too early? I been thinking about it for a long time

[Girl:] But I just met you I don't do that...on the first date

[Man:] Been with a man you should have been doing it girl, what's wrong with

you?

[Girl:] What's wrong with you? You ain't getting none



[DJ Paul]

The shit started off real well

Real swell the bitch was talking lovely

She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8:30

It'll be my first time hitting this bitch I gotta work

I call me nigga Big L for about two ounces to serve

I jumped in some kinda fresh smelling like is it me?

I'm thinking I know I'm anxious this bitch is beeping me

This one right here is too wheezy I'm damn near scared of that

But I'ma let you boys know when I take care of that

I'm pulling up to the crib lights out

I hit her Nextel celli tell her to come on out

Stepping out of the crib sexy looking bad as hell

I'm knowing goddamn well I'm bout to get in that tail

So we pulled out first stop J&S liquor store

Don't you play no games young boy you know that's where I gotta go

She talking about going back to my crib but that ain't trying to happen

I changed the subject poured another cup and I kept on yapping

Jumped on the title of six hoping the hoe peeps game

Hickeys all over her neck so I know she got a man

I'm coming out can we fuck? I'm on my period

Bitch the lies

So I dropped the trick off at the first stop sign

And I'ma holla hoe



[Chorus]

My conversates

I'm trying to fuck on the first date

Weaving all on that oil but still you hesitate

I'm wasting time with this funk ass bitch

Riding round with this drunk ass bitch

Hoe let it bump



[Juicy J]

Chicken chicken

Don't be tripping

When I'm bout to spit this pimping

Stacking cheese and counting up easy cause you know I'm into winning

Heard your niggas like a pigeon

Punk ass faggotts always switching

See that Lexus that he ride in

I got that strapped on my wrist'n

Come on hoe and stop the fronting

Keep my dick from jumping jumping

Take a shot of fifths and liquor

But I can't be buying nothing

Where I'm from I can't be saying

Cause I'm just to cheap for paying

Can't be hanging drinking drinking

With this guru what a behavior (moan)

Bout to ball the troops to college

Watching haters ow they be falling

Looking for the freaky freakys

That be chewing the dick and swallowing

We can take a short'n riding

Through the cut to reach your housing

We can ride down to the river

While you work on using your mouth'n

Everybody know you going

Bet you probably saying oh no'n

Then I'm gonna teach you lessons

Stranglin all to death and rowing

And your sister know she with it

Cause she let me nigga hit it

Then she get the licking licking

Then she have to pay to quit it



[Chorus(x2)]



[Lord Infamous]

Bitch I don't wanna just hold hands

And listen to slow jams

I'm not with that romance

Or candle light slow dance

Hoe why don't you take a chance?

Ain't like you ain't fucked before

Come out those tight ass pants

Stop thinking that I won't call no more

Don't listen to the rumors that Lord will school ya and slide

You wanna wine and dine

But don't wanna bump and grind

There's plenty hoes that wanna bone

So next time we don't get it on

The next time you phone

You gets a dial tone bitch



[Koopsta Knicca]

There's many bitches that's fine as fuck

Tell me how many dicks that they done sucked? (say what?)

Them pretty bitches that like to suck

No telling, tell me how many niggas they done fucked? (say what?)

One to the honey bitch over in the corner

Two to the bitch on the porch

Take 'em to the bathroom

Dick them in the fucking moon

Make 'em 'til their toes rub on this side fuck

What the fuck you want though?

Could it be my back room door wide open

Naw you know that'd make me mad

The cheese in my pocket please for the head on the dash

Koopsta Knicca sleeping on the bitch on the weekend weekend



[Chorus(x2)]



[DJ Paul:]

Hoe get up out my shit!

Ugly bitch I aint wanna fuck your little stanking ass anyway bitch

Only reason I man motherfucking

Man took your motherfucking ass and babysitted you all night bitch

'Cause my nigga was trying to fuck you

Motherfucking dike ass greedy little ugly drunk

Stanking breath ass bitch

Cigarette smoking ass hoe

Get the fuck up out my car bitch!

(Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good...)