| Hahaha ahhhhaaa ayy ayy come here bitch |
| Yeh I’m takin to yo shorty |
| It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi |
| Every women on planet Earth got their eyes |
| On the kid; they all wanna touch |
| On a nigga skin, they love me so much |
| They all got P on they brain |
| And at the show they do anything to get backstage |
| Just so they can hug 50, and kiss on Banks |
| After we all get a turn, the broads said, «Thanks.» |
| Shit, just last month a nigga wasn’t shit |
| Now I finger pop dimes, with diamonds on my fists |
| Niggaz bringing me they girl like, «You can have my bitch |
| Just help me get down with the G-unit! «Man, little groupies — they make me sick |
| You ain’t getting in the after party unless you’re a chick |
| And bitch, you ain’t getting in the hotel — unless we grip |
| And you’re gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick (woah) |
| Shorty, hit me high then hit me low |
| You get around girl — I know I seen your face before |
| Turn around — yeah I know, I recognize that ass |
| You was at the last show with your backstage pass |
| Shorty what’s up? You know you wanna roll with a nigga |
| I’m trying to fuck — if you decide to go with a nigga |
| I’ll tear it up — in the tele you’ll be loving a nigga |
| I’ll work that, work that — yeah, I’ll work that, work that |
| It’s funny how a bitch’ll make her way backstage |
| Harder than the politician on the campaigne |
| No games baby girl, gotta do the damn thing |
| Let me see you back it up till you pull a hamstring |
| Face fuck, girl go for broke |
| So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat |
| Then Havoc on the floor |
| I don’t need to get her number — she’ll be at the next show |
| Half-ass dress, smelling like s** |
| Dried up nutt on her neck |
| They don’t call us the master of the tours for nothing |
| We destroy good girls; send them home with pussy soft from fucking |
| Catch 'em in the morning and somebody White-T'd |
| And that’s the kind of bitch that you call wifey |
| She’ll do it anywhere from the tele to the tour bus |
| Here’s the hot line bitch, call us Shorty, hit me high then hit me low |
| You get around girl — I know I seen your face before |
| Turn around — yeah I know, I recognize that ass |
| You was at the last show with your backstage pass |