(Trick Daddy)

We gon let the band deal with this...

You know we had to remix the damn thing right?

For all them bustas...

All them niggas hating on Slip-N-Slide

Sh-sh-shut up

Funk boogie remix

Sh-shut up

Deuce Pop, Ms. Trina, Trick Daddy

Sh-shut up



[Chorus 2x]

Uh - Huh, OK,

What's up?

Shut up!

What's up



(Deuce Poppito)

What's Up? Deuce Pop I'm finna handle shit

I'm finna take Slip-N-Slide to the championship

My nigga Trick got the ball, he the quarterback

Deuce Pop got D like Warren Sapp

2-4-K we was born to mack

All that get money shit i was born for that

Throw up your middle finger if you feeling us

Coming out the cake with a million plus

Playboy that slick talk about to stop

Deuce Pop finna put the South on top

What's up, Uh-Uh, OK, bad hoes u know we don't play

That's how we do sipping on Malibu

Hennessey with the Coconut Yoo-hoo

2-4-K turn out the lights

Spit that fire burn out the mics

Shut up!



[Chorus 4x]

Uh - Huh, OK,

What's up?

Shut up!

(Who's bad?)



Who's Bad?



(Trina)

Bad like this

Aint nann hoe bad as the baddest bitch

Who's bad u know my name

It aint been in the same since I came in the game

I'm off the chain with a figure eight frame

Everything I drop its a hit man

I risk game out to game fame

Rock the mic leaving lipstick stains

The baddest when it come to this bitch game

New coops, dicks shifts switch man

Lemme show u lame hoes how to get change

You needa take grand's, before he get brains

Get ya mind right don't be a lame hoe

Aint shit for free, that's how the game go

Trina on top and I know ya mad-ac