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[Chorus - 2x]<br>Why you all in my business<br>Why you really really want to know the 4-1-1<br>Is it cause that my game`s tight<br>I can scoop a bitch and fuck her on the same night<br><br>[Verse 1: High Beam]<br>It was a, Saturday evening bout seven at night<br>White T, white thongs pockets feeling alright<br>I got a, call from one of my carmel chicks<br>She said I mean be careful I think they talking on some hate shit<br>Despite the talk of the town, I`ma be there<br>For 45 minutes when you hear the horn come down<br>And when she climbed in, I received a kiss and a hug<br>In a minute take off your shoes on a white persian rug<br>Wave your number rolling going to get bent<br>Why they sure call thugs mugging I see him right through the tent<br>He had the nerve enough to tap on my glass<br>But he ain`t had enough light to peek in but I almost blast his ass<br>Is it cause that I`m known to bust<br>So quick to bump a bad bitch that y`all known to trust<br>So when you see me on them thangs in the cadillac truck<br>Man don`t even know me when you see your bitch in the back or front<br><br>[Chorus - 2x]<br><br>[Verse 2: Todd Nitty]<br>Foul, god damn you hagging<br>Sixteen block my wall you want to block my magic<br>Now you wondering no what Nitty be doing<br>While these bitches trying to find out who am I screwing<br>And I`m so, sick and tired of the motherfucking gossip<br>And I`m, sick and tired of the motherfucking coppers<br>They actually post up at the end of my block<br>Take a hoe from her spot just for trying to plot<br><br>(*cop voice*)<br><br>[Todd Nitty]<br>And I`m like, damn friendly why you all on me<br>Man I`m out here slanging records shit I stopped selling weed<br>Tell me, are you mad cause you see what I drive<br>Or are you checking out these broads with the big ass thighs<br>It be my main bitch, getting on my last nerves<br>closest now to the edge from getting kicked to the curb<br>She got a homegirl, all up in her hair<br>Maybe they just meant my hair`s longer than her`s<br><br>[Chorus - 2x]<br><br>[Twista]<br>And I`m, sick of them haters that be all in my shit<br>Everytime I turn around somebody always be talking bout Twist<br>Want to know who got a baby by me, what does he drive, where my tip<br>Be all in my bidness because they heard that I`ve been bumping they chick<br>I ain`t no lie, if I scoop your bitch up<br>I will, If I get scratch from her<br>Fold it up, if I tell her bend over<br>She won`t get up, if I give up the bunch<br>What you need to know fo`, you the player po-po<br>Steady beeking and poking paranoia smoking on too much doe-doe<br>Creeping all in my bid` no since I first splurged on a Rego<br>I got birds when I see you, I`m starting to think you work for them people<br>Hurt `em when I tell `em, I think you better ease up, cause everybody<br>Know you no G when it come to the money put some g`s up<br>Until you hip lock and freeze up, you might as well<br>Turn around and go like the other way when I see you<br><br>[Chorus - 2x]<br><br>[High Beam]<br>See me riding real slick thick and rolling on thangs<br>Got the misses and the bitches wanna know my name<br>They want to know what I`m on<br>Get the fuck up out of mine homie go on and get your own<br>Riding slick with the cherry wood grain<br>In my big boy truck with the candy paint<br>Why, bitches giving me brain<br>I know you want to ball like me but you can`t<br>Stay the fuck up out my business man<br><br>[Chorus]