(feat. Carmen Sandiego) 



Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, bou-bounce 

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, I know I know I know 

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, bou-bounce 

Uh-uh-uh, I got these broads saying.. 



[Hook: Carmen Sandiego] 

Mama I know I messed up, I fell in love with a gangsta 

You know what, well I don't care cause he's so gangsta 

And I love him and I need him, cause he's so gangsta 

(I know), he's so gangsta 



[Lil' O] 

I'm the boy, your mammy speak about 

When she go to work, the one that you sneak in the house 

The thug that always beat it up, and have it leaking out 

Now it seems, like my dick is all you think about 

A bad boy, I'm the playa who rocks glisten 

I'm the hustler with the work, boo I got chickens 

Street power, I could make these punks stop living 

I'm like a man with no legs, boo I'm not tripping 

I'm the one your grandmama, say is so sheisty 

You be like grandma I know, but he's so icey 

And everythang that he roll on, are chrome Nikes 

You be like girlfriend, I hope Lil' O like me 

I got these broads saying 



[Hook x2] 



[Lil' O] 

First things first, boo I'm not your pal 

And I ain't trying to handcuff you, I got a gal 

But I still got you on lock, like you on Rikey's Isle 

You said it ain't because my do', its cause you like my style 

The way I do it, but if you think I trick stop and listen 

Fat Rat wouldn't buy you, a pot to piss in 

The only thing that I'm good for, is lots of sticking 

Face down ass up, hop in position 

Cause baby I'm about to do the fool on you, and make that monkey hang 

Have you walking funny, and saying you feeling strange 

I just popped a X, and drank some Ginseng 

Your bed went squeak-squeak, headboard went bang-bang 



[Hook x2] 



[Lil' O] 

Well ay-yo, alright 

Lil' mama, we fucking all night 

Ay-yo, alright 

Lil' mama, we fucking all night 

Now all that when we getting married, shit baby stop bugging 

When you ready hit me up, I'll be on the block thugging 

I'll pick you up in that drop top, on buttons 

And oh yeah lil' mama, bring your hot cousin 

And stop that fussing lil' mama, it's no need 

Two's iight, but what's wrong with three 

We can all party then fuck, it's on me 

From the room to the chronic, to bottles of Don P what 



[Hook x2]