[Trick Daddy]

We gon' let the band deal with this

Ha ha, mmm-hmm

M-I-A Style, heh, old school

Uh hah..

Okay, shut up!



[Chorus: Trick Daddy]



Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!

Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!

Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!

Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!



[Trick Daddy]

Ridin round in my brand new ninety-nine, fo' do', Volvo

I got a pocket full of B's,

cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho'

But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' doe

(Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearin?)

Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's

I been used again, accused again - this time

been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends

Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in

Hell cause they figured me for not understandin they reason bein

Heh, but I'm the man for this

While y'all was doin fine I was doin time just, prayin for this

Locked up, makin plans for this

Without all that fancy shit, way too advanced for this

Just Polo socks, tanktops and drawers up under my pants and shit

Shut up!



[Chorus: repeat 2X]



[Trina]

Okay who's +Da Baddest Bitch+

I been real, been rich, been had this shit

Big Benz, big house and shit

That's right, okay I been down with Trick

Okay it make sense to me

Cause if your money ain't right you speakin French to me

Miss Trina don't play with me

Or you can say Miss Bigg, that's okay with me

You need a grand just to speak to me

Okay, are you sure you wanna sleep with me?

Okay, you better be fo' sho'

Cause I done left niggaz like you stuck befo'

Okay, you can ball with me

Since you got a hot knot spend it all with me

Okay, y'all know what's up

Okay, uh huh, I ride, shut up!



[Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x)]



[Co (of Tre +6)]

This goes out to my niggeroles

and them pretty ass jazzy hoes, bitch what's up

C-O got a verse in the +Book of Thugs+

So when I come through bitch show me love

If you bout that flow, then raise it up

You got that funk, then blaze it up

I got two mo's of them phat hoes,

late night and I ready to bust

Are you okay? Look like you got a lot to say

Okay, come widdit

Niggaz keep hidin your hoes, what you do that fo'

Me and Money Mark been done hit it

Been done split it - okay playboy? Fuck you say boy?

Don't even much bring your hoe 'round C

Niggaz y'all better quit fuckin with me

Shut up!



[Chorus]



[Duece Poppito (of 24 Karatz)]

Lay down, playboy what's up

What about the slugs in your head and your gut

What's up with the keys to the truck

Your own nigga say you got B's in the cut

What's up with the safe, what the combo

Open that shit nigga fuck all the convo-sation

What's up wit'cha Haitian

Probably got birds at the safehouse, waitin

What's up, where you store the D?

I ain't found shit but a quarter ki

Nigga ya better not be playin me

You gon' bleed to death, you understand me?

Whassup, are you ready to go?

You ready to tongue kiss with the blue fo'fo'?

What's up fuck nigga say somethin

Set your crime, we ready to spray somethin

Gun play, how I got the stripes

2-4-K turned out the lights

Gun play, how I got the stripes

2-4-K turned out the lights



[Chorus: repeat 2X]