Luniz

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I know the whole deal on you tramps [x4]

[Verse 1: Numskull&Yukmouth]

I got the 411 on you stunts

Ho's rig me up or rig me up, only once

My dick's at attention, amazed by the tingle

Thinkin about the ho, so I gave one a jingle...THEN

Threw a fuckin brew down my neck

St., crooked letter, D-E to the S

Dug the shitty gold-diggin bitches

But then I got cheaper like Lucky's, the low price leader

It's the thang to do, up and give the ugly ho's the boot

Cause know I think the fine ho's are skipping to my loot

I know the scoop, I know the whole deal on you tramps

(Treated me like a wet food stamp)

You think you all that cause the shit that you wearin

The gear that you got, the whole crew be sharin

I'm in that ass gigglin, you out for my loot in again

Ya brain must be jigglin

[Yukmouth]

Look at my beanie

Ooo wee got a loonie on my weanie, kablowee

Got tricks up my sleve's like a whodini, you see me

Puttin it, but couldn't it be cool

Won't buy yo ass sea food, fuck, buy me ??????

School, my niggas if you got the fat Pontiac Lafonne's

You'll pull hella bitches like the Fonz

I cons, ho's that mainly won't True's&Vouge's on the "O"

School a young-ass bitch wit a old fool

They only out to get dividends when living in the sauna

A "Material Girl" like Madonna

Your honor, shit is getting hectic and more crazy

Hell yeah they on welfare, but don't spend it on they babies

Act shady, when you call they scandolous-ass a slut

But bro, a ho is someone that get's paid to fuck

If the shoe fits on you bitch, wear it like them fake pony tails

Oops...let my muthafuckin homie tell the scoop

[Chorus: x2]

I know the scoop...I know the whole deal on you tramps

(Treated me like a wet food stamp)

[Verse 2: Numskull&Yukmouth]

[Numskull]

I had a brand new jeep and we was rollin

Told her it was mine, but that shit was really stolen

She asked me to shoot her to the crib, so I did

Walked to the house and the bitch had about 12 kids(small world!)

Hangin on my brand new Girbaud's

What's wrong wit my nose, I got a shit stain on my clothes

Look down and say a little BeBe

And felt like bootin that little nigga

'Cross the room like I was Pay-Lay

That's how they get you to the crib

You did couldn't pass off the chance, cause that ass was hella big!

And she was walkin and that fat ass was swingin

I'm thinkin about bangin her, somebody kept ringing her

The phone was ringing every twenty seconds

And I'm still gettin bothered by these dirty adolecent's

Spillin hella kool-aid on my K-Swiss

Hey bitch are you finished?

Grab this bottle, and poured hella drank in it

He was drunk, so the other kids jumped on

Mama grabbed the high hell, and straight clumped em

I still fucked, but it took a little drank though

And I bet I still fuck a stank ho

[Yukmouth]

Why, bother?

I'm bombed out like Pearl Harbor

For??? sex I cut em loose like a Barbara Beef Cake

The cheapskate, never got swundeld for a bundle

Bitches got weaves on, hair long like Rapunzle

I crumble, a phone number, but I stills bury bozack

Rollin in dough like Pillsbury

I don't carry a pull out, just my pager

But I'll pull out major, Black got more sacks then Lawrence Taylor

Captain Save A...Ho's stashes loot on the low tip

To get the boots, he buys this bitch a Girbaud fit

Shooby, doo-wop, Ohh I got's to have it

Yuk got cabbage, I clothesline a bitch line Randy Savage

Not your average sexual, man to be

Ya handin me the buddah, a bitch couldn't drown me with the Bermudha,

Triangle, I dangle bank roll, suck the dank roll

And I bet I still fuck a stank ho, it's like that

[Chorus Till Fade]

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