[Hook: Big Boi] From the weave to the fake eyes To the fake nails, down to the toes Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez
[Verse 1: Big Boi] Don't lie you love them, if you don't you like them hoez a whole lot Just like your mama Sunday cookin' turkey necks in the pot You ready to drop your load like prop planes be droppin' that cocaine You ready to turn your fro, from natural straight to a cold wave Dat ho name Betty Big Shoez, she wore them Herman Munster heels Popped a pill, now she's in your Coupe De Ville, passenger seat I made her eat my meat while I was rubbin' her coochie Injection in her top and bottom lip straight from her booty So Do Re, blow me, Fa So La Ti Da Ha I'm tellin' the truth You suckin' your tooth you treatin' her like a star boy From a Figueroa to a herringbone From droppin' her off to takin' her home She tried to pull my rubber off with her pussy muscles that was wrong The bitch is no good like lesbians with no tongues You fucked around and knocked her up and now you say she the one Nigga you dumb, you should have pulled it out and squirted on her eyelash And let her face be holdin' the baby, now she after yo ass! Yeah, I told y'all niggas About god damn takin' them hoez to the cheeseacake Factory Lettin' them hoez order strawberry lemonade and popcorn shrimps They ain't goin' do nuthin' But try to take all your motherfuckin' cheese! (Yeah!)
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[Verse 2: BackBone] Ay, ay, what's up lil' girl I see you workin' them Valente She walk wit a fly Sashay Look here say, I'm just a Fat Face I come through swervin' (ay, ay) You love the way the leather grippin' your butt Conversation kill 'em, drippin' em up Relax Shawty, oh lordy, I quote the facts Whippin' convertible with Daddy Fat Sax I stay G sharp as a note of music Call me fresh baked bread, make a broad lose it I'm just sayin' they just can't stand to see me execute game plan I slow it down, she like it - speed it up She poked it out, I beat it up like that Hit 'em from the back, had to increase that ho vocabulary
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[Verse 3: Big Gipp] Yeah, yeah, Gipp keep it double loco Met up in Cafe Intermezzo for some late night pastry Conversation hasty cause I was ready to dip Sweatsuit velour so I ordered Kahlua Fell in, hit her with the garden hose Left her with the pokahose, got up and didn't say goodbye Her face wrinkle up and froze Why you leavin' so soon, supposed to And ain't no question about that They call me Big Gipp on the southside Mr. Get Down in the veins so what's the word Don't fall in love with good pussy off the top Better leave for two months come back and pop, "study the shit"
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