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B
Wuz up
Ai, y'know they been waitin' on this ol' school
Let's bring game back
Like game one thru
nigga, just like we use to do it
Well, this out

Is the
what?
A rat-haired

I was sittin' at my home, all
Thinkin' 'bout I use to bone
young bitches, I can't deny
Rat-haired bitches, I lie
The had body is all I know
18 but looked twenty-fo'
Her name was Bitch, of '92
Skyline High and the shit was
Took her to my house, Moms was
Turned off the light, unplugged the
The said, "Fred, I hearda you
Anything you want, I do"

I dropped my drawers, dick all
She couldn't the position was pole
In and out, out and in
I the bitch like a ATM
G'd the bitch like the one and
Bust two and called her phony
She couldn't believe what I
The next you know she was on my head
Suckin' the dick like it's to be done
Rat-haired make me cum
Freddy B that's the
Rat-haired bitches, I got

'Cos
the shit
Like
A nasty

I like to fuck a bitch
Witta big fat ass and
First lay, dick sucked
Bitch don't a fuck
'Cos real run that game
When I fuck that bitch she won't be the
when Short Dawg run up in it
Fuck a bitch for 30 minutes
Real player-like, straight to the
Bust a nut I'm smokin' a joint
fuckin', still smokin'
Lay my on her lips, say, "Open"

Ain't like a nasty bitch
Acting all fast and
Bitch just love to
I see her at the club, I'll be puttin' in work
on her ass at the bar
Let's get a room, girl, it too far
On the way, y'know what
She sucked my while I was rappin'
I just couldn't
I couldn't back, I said, "Beeyatch"

All I do is
Like
A motherfuckin'

My Copue DeVille is all
Yes, bitch, hella tight
blue velvet, gameless game
White on white wit tha thangs
to the spot, check my crap
Wash, wax, on fat
The on heat every time I ride
A haired bitch on the passenger side
Mackin' on the cellular
I can't be stopped, 50 G's
Fred Benz, B
Oaktown, a don't sleep

A motherfuckin' mack, that's I am
Taxin' a like Uncle Sam
She pays the tax, Fred Benz' the
16 G's put the in
No ordinary game, just give it and
East can't be fake
I slapped the bitch, the money was
on the bitch and now she knows
Fred baby, the game is fat
Ask bitches, I'm a mack

Is like vogues
Like
hos

Breakin hos day and
call me, '$horty the Pimp', my game is tight
I never do hos slack
I'm like Fred Benz, mack
So break yourself
I'm an Oaktown nigga, I'll take your
'Cos what I was raised to do
Break these bitches, get fool
Y'know Short Dawg afraid and hurt
Any bitch I get, you can't her
'Cos the game is
momma say I'm tellin' ya true

So you pay the man
Hundred bills all in my hand
While I break you
Tell a story 'bout with bitches
'Bout these pimp ass niggas the O
We just what to do with a ho
Take her the tricks get laid
Where the hos get
You a pimp, bitch give me a call
I drop the top in my El

'Cos
It's the
what?
Like a

Ai, Short
Wuz up
I ain't smokin' no dank wit no more bitches
naw nigga
Bitch wanna a 20 sack, so got to spend 20

If the bitch wanna 50, what she do $hort?
She gotta do me, you and the crew
And my PO too
Hey, what? Freddy B
What's baby?
And Too $hort, we go way man
1981, High School
We the two niggas who invented the word, Beeyatch,