[J-Ro]
 I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly
 Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly
 Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door
 I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four
 Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?
 The whole club was filled with the indo smoke
 E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin
 I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin
 So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin
 Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in
 Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep
 Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep
 [E-Swift]
 Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall
 Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol
 Starin at your chest, and I can only guess
 Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress
 Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice
 Stick around and watch us rock the mic device
 She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled
 I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble
 It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at
 She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back
 No sweat, I'll go out and get em
 Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em
 Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin
 Got the three hoes in the front row chillin
 That's how it be when you play high post
 Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost
 [Xzibit]
 This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week
 It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back
 Coolin at the crib one day
 I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour
 I finally ask her can a nigga come through
 She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said "Cool, I'm still comin over"
 I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe
 Ice cold, forty down in the freezer
 And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her
 How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer
 An hour later I was breakin her off
 in each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in
 I got up and then I washed my shit
 Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split
 Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect
 Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check
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 All I really wanna do
 Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through
 All I really wanna do
 Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash
 [J-Ro]
 I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray
 the club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day
 That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner
 Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina
 Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass
 I said my name is big game all in her face
 I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth
 Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth
 I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it
 Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet
 She said, "Mmm, J-Ro yeah!
 Just let me know the time and I'll be there"
 I said, "I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake
 Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake"
 We got to the place I started stuffin my face
 Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste
 I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, "What the heck
 I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check"
 And the next move, you might think it's tasteless
 But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress
 [Xzibit]
 We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny
 The shit bitches do for money
 Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights
 I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight
 Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker
 Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her
 I said, "Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties
 A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me
 You're trippin." Dip into the streets to chill
 Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways
 It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink
 of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer
 Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches
 Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self
 I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth
 You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass
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