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    Verse one: Derrick X (Sadat X)

    Hey baby your hips is getting big
    Now you're getting thin you don't care about your wig
    Now Woolie Willie got a pair of my sneakers
    I wonder where he got 'em cause I hid 'em behind my speakers
    The object of your affection is the tree-top connection
    Or basically you love to smoke the wools
    The crackheads attract man they come up to my door
    I don't smoke gems so what they knocking for
    Kids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on you
    Street time is limited to days
    On your crack card you're getting only A's and C's for come back
    Damn it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vowels
    With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile
    Used to walk with a swagger
    Now you simply stagger
    From one spot on to the next spot on to the next spot on to the next
    Bitch get a job
    From me you won't rob
    Cause I'll smack you with a hose filled with sand
    Now give that to the crack man
    You was fly once now you're losing all your fronts
    Started out light on the tip of woolie blunts
    Now you gained a stripe, graduated to the pipe
    Took a long pull...hype
    Yeah, head crack head crack
    You smoked up that stack and admitted you was fat
    (Hey yo X, wasn't that your girl?)
    Yeah I had to drop her
    Cause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn't stop her

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    What I am is what I am x2

    Verse Two: Lord Jamar

    I knew this girl named Tropicana
    She's always juicing
    Producing cash for my sexual task
    She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat
    You ain't paid then your grade is incomplete
    You've got to flash dollars, to prove her
    And when you do she sucks it up like a Hoover
    Taking all your papes like inhalation of ace
    Her nasal passages is filled with money, and it's massive
    (What I am is what I am)
    Well, what you are is a stunt, man
    You're on a hunt and your plan is to take all you can
    From my man and scram
    I've seen your kind before you're not original
    Just a sick mixed up individual
    Giving up the crotch for a fresh gold watch
    Marking off the goods you got going up another notch
    Your ways and actions are like those of a savage
    If the price is right, then anyone can ravage
    Even Monty Hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in order
    What's really scary is you're somebody's daughter
    So don't come around trying to make a profit
    At the expense of another man, stop it
    Cause you see you're a freak show of the town
    Know what I think you ought to do is

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    Verse Three: Grand Puba

    As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt
    A forty and a blunt, that's all she really wants
    But she'll spend your papes and she'll use up all your plastic
    And if you swing an ep you'd better wear a prophylactic
    Cause things are getting drastic
    Slide up in the wrong one you'll end up in a casket
    (Slow down)
    Sister, there's no need in speeding
    She was doing lays before she started bleeding
    What makes a bitch want to act in this fashion?
    Pulled more stunts than my man Action Jackson
    A real gold winner just like Bruce Jenner
    Lay the bitch on the bed and then you run right in her
    Puba makes no mistakes
    She said "Rock me tonight (for old time's sake)"
    Picture that
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    You little hooker
    Honey got a problem with the bends
    Meaning she likes to bend over, and then she spreads the skins
    The hoe is just hoe and that's without no controversy
    She can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercy
    Come on toots you can take a thousand douche
    Scrub that ass and I'll still pass
    (Slow down)
    You're living foul
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    Now see it ain't no reason for you to be out here skeezin'
    Cause it ain't the season
    So if you want to live foul and be a dumb diddy dumb dumb bitch
    Well go ahead
    You're living foul

    I'd like to give a special shout to my DJ Alamo on the help out
    Right by my side

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