(Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good)
 [Man:] So what's up with you right now?
 [Girl:] What you mean what's up with me? What's up with you?
 [Man:] I'm trying to find out what you want to do
 [Girl:] I think I need to go home chill out, relax
 [Man:] I think you need to go with me and lay down and relax with me
 [Girl:] Naw it's too early for that
 [Man:] Too early? I been thinking about it for a long time
 [Girl:] But I just met you I don't do that...on the first date
 [Man:] Been with a man you should have been doing it girl, what's wrong with
 you?
 [Girl:] What's wrong with you? You ain't getting none

 [DJ Paul]
 The shit started off real well
 Real swell the bitch was talking lovely
 She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8:30
 It'll be my first time hitting this bitch I gotta work
 I call me nigga Big L for about two ounces to serve
 I jumped in some kinda fresh smelling like is it me?
 I'm thinking I know I'm anxious this bitch is beeping me
 This one right here is too wheezy I'm damn near scared of that
 But I'ma let you boys know when I take care of that
 I'm pulling up to the crib lights out
 I hit her Nextel celli tell her to come on out
 Stepping out of the crib sexy looking bad as hell
 I'm knowing goddamn well I'm bout to get in that tail
 So we pulled out first stop J&S liquor store
 Don't you play no games young boy you know that's where I gotta go
 She talking about going back to my crib but that ain't trying to happen
 I changed the subject poured another cup and I kept on yapping
 Jumped on the title of six hoping the hoe peeps game
 Hickeys all over her neck so I know she got a man
 I'm coming out can we fuck? I'm on my period
 Bitch the lies
 So I dropped the trick off at the first stop sign
 And I'ma holla hoe

 [Chorus]
 My conversates
 I'm trying to fuck on the first date
 Weaving all on that oil but still you hesitate
 I'm wasting time with this funk ass bitch
 Riding round with this drunk ass bitch
 Hoe let it bump

 [Juicy J]
 Chicken chicken
 Don't be tripping
 When I'm bout to spit this pimping
 Stacking cheese and counting up easy cause you know I'm into winning
 Heard your niggas like a pigeon
 Punk ass faggotts always switching
 See that Lexus that he ride in
 I got that strapped on my wrist'n
 Come on hoe and stop the fronting
 Keep my dick from jumping jumping
 Take a shot of fifths and liquor
 But I can't be buying nothing
 Where I'm from I can't be saying
 Cause I'm just to cheap for paying
 Can't be hanging drinking drinking
 With this guru what a behavior (moan)
 Bout to ball the troops to college
 Watching haters ow they be falling
 Looking for the freaky freakys
 That be chewing the dick and swallowing
 We can take a short'n riding
 Through the cut to reach your housing
 We can ride down to the river
 While you work on using your mouth'n
 Everybody know you going
 Bet you probably saying oh no'n
 Then I'm gonna teach you lessons
 Stranglin all to death and rowing
 And your sister know she with it
 Cause she let me nigga hit it
 Then she get the licking licking
 Then she have to pay to quit it

 [Chorus(x2)]

 [Lord Infamous]
 Bitch I don't wanna just hold hands
 And listen to slow jams
 I'm not with that romance
 Or candle light slow dance
 Hoe why don't you take a chance?
 Ain't like you ain't fucked before
 Come out those tight ass pants
 Stop thinking that I won't call no more
 Don't listen to the rumors that Lord will school ya and slide
 You wanna wine and dine


 But don't wanna bump and grind
 There's plenty hoes that wanna bone
 So next time we don't get it on
 The next time you phone
 You gets a dial tone bitch

 [Koopsta Knicca]
 There's many bitches that's fine as fuck
 Tell me how many dicks that they done sucked? (say what?)
 Them pretty bitches that like to suck
 No telling, tell me how many niggas they done fucked? (say what?)
 One to the honey bitch over in the corner
 Two to the bitch on the porch
 Take 'em to the bathroom
 Dick them in the fucking moon
 Make 'em 'til their toes rub on this side fuck
 What the fuck you want though?
 Could it be my back room door wide open
 Naw you know that'd make me mad
 The cheese in my pocket please for the head on the dash
 Koopsta Knicca sleeping on the bitch on the weekend weekend

 [Chorus(x2)]

 [DJ Paul:]
 Hoe get up out my shit!
 Ugly bitch I aint wanna fuck your little stanking ass anyway bitch
 Only reason I man motherfucking
 Man took your motherfucking ass and babysitted you all night bitch
 'Cause my nigga was trying to fuck you
 Motherfucking dike ass greedy little ugly drunk
 Stanking breath ass bitch
 Cigarette smoking ass hoe
 Get the fuck up out my car bitch!
 (Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good