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
Slow down x5
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
Slow down x7
What I am is what I am x2
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
(Slow Down)
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
(Slow down x2)
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