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(Xzibit talkin)Listen to this, I'm just tryna do this for usYou know what I'm sayin, you scream at the top of your fucking lungsYeah, I'm just tryna do this hard work and get this good between us baby, yeahLook, Samantha, Loraine, Monica, VeronicaVeronica, she treated my dick like a harmonicaHow you think I learned how to twist it and turnYa back until it's broke, make you feel it in your throatIt was Pamela, Linda, Keisha, NicoleHad me fuckin while I was drivin on cruise controlCan't wait to get it home and teach it all to youLook I'm just tryna be the best, I'm doin it all for youYou know that thing with the peanut butterMy Brooklyn bitch said fuck untyin the ropes, it's faster with a box cutterI know you love the way I'm diggin you outBut always wanna fuckin aruge so let's figure this outI'm just tryna make you happy bitchWho's there for you anytime you get in the mood for suckin a dickI took the time out to find out what ya likeYou bust fifteen nuts, wanna get up and fightSo look(Chorus)You should thank of all the bitches that I have in my lifeAll the experience I'm gettin got me fuckin you rightNever took time to see it and plusAll you thinkin 'bout is yourself, I'm thinkin for usYou love the way I beat it down when I come in the houseAnd all in ya mouth, the bedroom, kitchen and couchYou should thank all of the bitches that I have in my lifeAll the experience I'm gettin got me fuckin you rightIt was Gina, Julie, Renee, Ty and TammyMade me spend some extra days in MiamiCandy, Trisha, Prescilla, MelissaShowed X to the Z it's better with threeWho could fuck your ass better than me (pssst)I think not, hard knock the cock, welcome to my sweat shopI pick locks made by NFL, NBA, NHL, fuck all dayYou could say I didn't do this shitUnsatisfied bitches gotta go out and chase the dickAnd that's just not the thing to doSo I learn new shit from the next bitch and teach it to youNow don't you love it how I shove it baby (hell yeah)When we be fuckin and we thuggin baby (hell yeah)The way I hit it when I pump it baby (hell yeah)And don't I spit it when I bust it baby (hell yeah)(Chorus)I insist that we fuckin on videotapeJust incase a bitch lose face and try and call rapeIf you know somethin that might excite up our late nightGot an open invite to lay us a pipeMake ya head feel like your wet, warm and tightI'll go from all night 'til the sun turn brightTwo wrongs don't make it right bitch, no need to cheat(Pussy just a piece of meat, another means to eat)Big Tray D told me that, as a matter of factYou only tell me that you love me when you're flat on your backYou wanna leave me now bitch, my fuckin feelings is hurtWhy am I the only one that's tryna make this work(Chorus)(Tray D talking to fade)more