Luniz

I know the whole deal on you tramps [x4]
[Verse 1: Numskull&Yukmouth]
I got the 411 on you stunts
Hos rig me up or rig me up, only once
My dicks at attention, amazed by the tingle
Thinkin about the ho, so I gave one a jingle...THEN
Threw a fuckin brew down my neck
St., crooked letter, D-E to the S
Dug the shitty gold-diggin bitches
But then I got cheaper like Luckys, the low price leader
Its the thang to do, up and give the ugly hos the boot
Cause know I think the fine hos are skipping to my loot
I know the scoop, I know the whole deal on you tramps
(Treated me like a wet food stamp)
You think you all that cause the shit that you wearin
The gear that you got, the whole crew be sharin
Im in that ass gigglin, you out for my loot in again
Ya brain must be jigglin
[Yukmouth]
Look at my beanie
Ooo wee got a loonie on my weanie, kablowee
Got tricks up my sleves like a whodini, you see me
Puttin it, but couldnt it be cool
Wont buy yo ass sea food, fuck, buy me ??????
School, my niggas if you got the fat Pontiac Lafonnes
Youll pull hella bitches like the Fonz
I cons, hos that mainly wont Trues&Vouges on the "O"
School a young-ass bitch wit a old fool
They only out to get dividends when living in the sauna
A "Material Girl" like Madonna
Your honor, shit is getting hectic and more crazy
Hell yeah they on welfare, but dont spend it on they babies
Act shady, when you call they scandolous-ass a slut
But bro, a ho is someone that gets paid to fuck
If the shoe fits on you bitch, wear it like them fake pony tails
Oops...let my muthafuckin homie tell the scoop
[Chorus: x2]
I know the scoop...I know the whole deal on you tramps
(Treated me like a wet food stamp)
[Verse 2: Numskull&Yukmouth]
[Numskull]
I had a brand new jeep and we was rollin
Told her it was mine, but that shit was really stolen
She asked me to shoot her to the crib, so I did
Walked to the house and the bitch had about 12 kids(small world!)
Hangin on my brand new Girbauds
Whats wrong wit my nose, I got a shit stain on my clothes
Look down and say a little BeBe
And felt like bootin that little nigga
Cross the room like I was Pay-Lay
Thats how they get you to the crib
You did couldnt pass off the chance, cause that ass was hella big!
And she was walkin and that fat ass was swingin
Im thinkin about bangin her, somebody kept ringing her
The phone was ringing every twenty seconds
And Im still gettin bothered by these dirty adolecents
Spillin hella kool-aid on my K-Swiss
Hey bitch are you finished?
Grab this bottle, and poured hella drank in it
He was drunk, so the other kids jumped on
Mama grabbed the high hell, and straight clumped em
I still fucked, but it took a little drank though
And I bet I still fuck a stank ho
[Yukmouth]
Why, bother?
Im bombed out like Pearl Harbor
For??? sex I cut em loose like a Barbara Beef Cake
The cheapskate, never got swundeld for a bundle
Bitches got weaves on, hair long like Rapunzle
I crumble, a phone number, but I stills bury bozack
Rollin in dough like Pillsbury
I dont carry a pull out, just my pager
But Ill pull out major, Black got more sacks then Lawrence Taylor
Captain Save A...Hos stashes loot on the low tip
To get the boots, he buys this bitch a Girbaud fit
Shooby, doo-wop, Ohh I gots to have it
Yuk got cabbage, I clothesline a bitch line Randy Savage
Not your average sexual, man to be
Ya handin me the buddah, a bitch couldnt drown me with the Bermudha,
Triangle, I dangle bank roll, suck the dank roll
And I bet I still fuck a stank ho, its like that
[Chorus Till Fade]
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