Verse one: andre

Yeah
Oh yes i love her like egyptian, want a description, my royal highness
So many plusses when i bust that there can't be no minus
Went from yellin crickets and crows, [bad word] and hoes to queen thangs
Over the years i been up on my toes and yes i seen thangs
Like kilroy, chill boi because them folks might think you soft
Talkin like that, man [bad word] them niggaz i'm goin off [bad word] right back, like boomerangs when you throw em
With these old ghetto poems, bankhead is better for em
When they can let they throw em, down from hitchikin and bitin niggaz
Until the temple they call the body, now everybody got it
Had it, talked about it amongst they [bad word] around my crew lookin jazzy, wanna pretend
Like you ms. goodie, four-shoes, even bo knew, that you got caught
Like accupuncture patients while our nation is a boat
Straight sinkin, i hate thinkin that these the future mommas
Of our chillun, they [bad word] a different [bad word] every time
They get the feelin to, i'm willin to go the extra kilo-meter
Just to see my senorita get her pillow
On the side of my bed where no good ever stay
House and doctor was the games we used to play
But now it's real jazzy belle...

Verse two: big boi

See what if you was a playa real playa not no slouch
Havin the very best of life lots of steak and perignon
Smokin an ounce of weed yeah every single day was personal freaknik
Freakin these hoes in polo clothes life as you conceived it
But your conception, deception, lookin into your watch i see
You weapon and it's depressin, they're diggin up in your thighs
Leavin deposits keep your closets open not your boots and drawers
Hopin to get you [bad word] like bell-bottoms, steadily callin me antwan
Cause you thinkin that you my lady [bad word] don't play me cause you're chanky
I wanted to hit that [bad word] but me and the goodie we got danky
So thank thee, [bad word] that southerplayalistic game
You was the only one to blame, a [bad word] don't even know yo' name
It's a shame, you crackin em up and [bad word] a [bad word] like tupac up
I'm leavin these foes to be the flowers and wake don't get me see
I gotta be feedin my daughter, teach her to be that natural woman
Cause you'll be waiting to exhale while you other hoes be
Dumb and dumber, yeah you know what i'm sayin?

Verse three: andre, big boi

One two, yessss, ummkay, check this out right here now
See me ain't no good, in the black on black РЋВ®llac no star
Windows are tinted so that no one knows who us are
Talk bad about her [bad word] guaranteed to snap like bra
Strap stickin together like grandma and grandpa-pa
In this dog eat dog world, kitty cats be scratchin on my
Furry coat to curl, up with me and my bowl of kibbles and bits
I want to earl, cause most of the girls that we was likin
In high school, now they dykein *laughin*

Havin no mercy for the disrespect-ful ones, some
Be hangin around the crew lookin for funds, dumb
Deaf and fine, they be, askin me all about mine
How she doin how she be, i know she's sippin that wine
Behind my back they skwak like vultures
Off and on like trendz of cultures baby
Hey he, fakin it like these sculptured, nails
But they can go to [bad word] and lay with lucifer
Cause they burnin anyway, big boi user and abuser