INTRO [Saukrates] {Choclair}
 [Pour fador]
 {Hear this}
 [Hey  I got my reasons man. Conkescador. Respect 'em]
 {Let me just say this}
 [You know what I'm saying]
 {You're a very pretty girl}
 [You know it's a lie
 Aaaaah]
 {Where's your attitude  which was ugly as a motherfucker
 You really need to tighten that shit up}
 [That was real  that's real
 How you make me feel sugar, god damn!]
 {You got to fix yourself}
 [You know everything is everything]
 {'Cause there's gonna be one nigga... that might just snap on your ass}

 [Choclair]
 It's 10:15 up in the AM, scratch the back, cough the phlegm
 I hear the phone ringing
 I wipe the sleep from the tear ducks
 Phone's ringing, sun's blazing through the curtains
 Ignore the phone calls, pager bawls
 Check the number, its 4-1-6-K-C-T-2-2-6-4
 The 3 means for me to go an call back immediately
 I call back and ID myself as the Chizz-knocka

 [Saukrates]
 Yo, what up potna? I got a little story to tell
 About this heavy chickenheaded, brow eye cocktail
 Nipples like pickles, did her well to the dills
 Spinning in the background, all I could hear was wedding bells
 'Cause the cock had me locked on pussy detention
 Forgot to mention ass cheeks was heavy, broke my suspension
 And even got to say what happened
 Her body language spoke a new form of rapping
 Pussy so tight she grabbed my dick with it and started clapping
 When we were done, she said 'thank you sugar' (sugar)
 I analyzed her barbed wire tattoo 'round her ankles
 Would have taken the time to study it before I hit it
 Was killing to get in it,
 so I choose to peep the G right after we done did it
 I'm telling you this because I'm the sweet pussy critic
 I reminisce on ass, pussy, tits and thick lips all over my long prick
 You the shit brown eyes, you the shit's what I said
 I see you doing movies, getting all up in my nigga's head
 Peep what I said, you the bomb and my mind is caught
 But listen, the dick is long but the time is short, it's you I'm dissing
 You pissing in the wind sugar, I'm ice cold
 You ain't never gonna win sugar, I'm twice as bold
 As the average pussy chasing, look who you facing
 I read you body language, now please get out my basement

 [Choclair]
 But that some shit nigga
 I bet if you wanted to,
 you'd make that pussy drip like your snotbox up in the winter
 Or watch your picture
 I knew this trick that was similar to yours
 With the tits that stood up, just like the lights upon an '89 Accord
 As sharp as a sword, with these nipples like ?????
 I was like farmer Brown, 'cause I was picking to get in it
 Her body looked stolen from a Stacey Dash mold
 If you seen the hold on that ass, shit! (shit)
 The cactus had my brain blitzed like I'm smoking L's up in the stairs
 My pipe is getting full with the liquid joe(?)
 Yo, I wanted to unload and make it spread like pour-ed milk on the floor
 The center fold, had me rocked if I stood up
 Her shoulders being tapped, yo I'm fiending for the cat
 I wonder if she'll feel me
 I'm breaking through my jeans, lips looking mad big
 Like she could suck the green off army fatigues
 Body smooth like a GS3, double ooh on the body I would do
 She can take the Chizz right out the knock-aaah
 You guess you get rock more tricks than the sea
 For the Chizz-y (chizz-y), real-ly (real-ly)
 You see you just pissing in the wind sugar, I'm ice cold
 You ain't never gonna win sugar, I'm twice as bold
 As the average pussy chasing, look who you facing
 I read you body language, now please get out my basement

 OUTRO [Saukrates]
 Let's go conquistadoris, chocola-tay, Oooooww
 Aight, bring it back so I could double this