[Intro: Richard Pryor]
And black fathers understand that shit too
They comin' sayin', "N***a, whats wrong with y'all goddamn money?"
I'ma tell you whats wrong, motherfucker
The bitch thirty-five dollars, goodnight, that whats wrong
You spend thirty-five dollars on my baby she didn't give you no—?
Hey Glory, get yo' ass down here
You better get this n***a somethin' 'fore I have to hurt 'em
Thirty-five dollars is alotta money, goddamn
You must be rich, n***a
Oh you are, huh? Wake up you're momma, too

[Chorus: DJ Paul & MJG]
DJ Paul droppin' these punks to the pavement
DJ Paul drop-DJ Paul drop-DJ Paul—
DJ Paul droppin' these punks to the pavement
DJ Paul drop-DJ Paul chopp-DJ Paul—
DJ Paul droppin' these punks to thе pavement
DJ Paul drop-DJ Paul drop-DJ Paul—
DJ Paul droppin' thesе punks to the pavement
DJ Paul droppin' these punks to the pavement
One to— one to the motherfuckin' two, to the motherfuckin' three
DJ Paul droppin' these punks to the pavement
One to the motherfuckin' two, to the motherfuckin' three
DJ Paul droppin' these punks to the pavement
One to the motherfuckin' two, to the motherfuckin' three
DJ Paul droppin' these punks to the pavement
One to the motherfuckin' two, to the motherfuckin' three
Lay down and get yo' back broke, woman
One to the motherfuckin' two, to the motherfuckin' three
Lay down and get yo' back broke, woman
One to the motherfuckin' two, to the motherfuckin' three
Lay down and get yo' back broke, woman
One to the motherfuckin' two, to the motherfuckin' three
Lay down and get yo' back broke, woman
Lay-lay down and get yo' back broke, woman 'cause I—
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Filthy bitches, it's the n***a that's makin' a pussy need stiches
I won't ask you, bitch, I'm tellin' ya, get the fuck up out them britches
'Cause I'm interested in gettin' up in a bitches draws
I won't stop, I just pop when I'm goin' in between her walls
So, n***a, you better keep a third eye on your tramp
Because the Lord would drop the strategy, then me and your slut will vamp
To the car, to my pad, here real hastic, gettin' in her ass, all in the house
Ho, get out your clothes, let's roll to your right
'Cause you finna get your freaky ass blessed tonight
Got the slut up, lots of ice and I'm sippin' on lil hollow tick
The bitches drinkin' the Hennessy, I hope that she is ready to G
Because her figure is thick and her eyes is hazel
Fuck, I hope the smell of a cock don't clog a n***as nasal
Let me wait before I penetrate and hit this blunt
Gettin' in a trance, and gettin' in the pants, interrupt this bitches
Cunt, cunt, cunt, yeah

[Chorus: MJG]
One to the motherfuckin' two, to the motherfuckin' three
Lay down and get yo' back broke, woman
One to the motherfuckin' two, to the motherfuckin' three
Lay down and get yo' back broke, woman, 'cause I
One to the motherfuckin' two, to the motherfuckin' three
Lay down and get yo' back broke, 'cause I
One to the motherfuckin' two, to the motherfuckin' three
To work my dick in a trick, like a flick
[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
I hit the pussy and then I vamp
Now who can tell you more about these bitches, then the Skinny Pimp?
I just be dickin' and doggin' these hoes out like it ain't shit
And when I use up all their money, I blow a sack of onion with my roadies
Now once upon a time, in the projects
Slippin' up at lil' shit from them rappers make me wanna jet
Knockin' at the door so I can scoop a bitch, so I can skeez
Jokin' of the ho, 'cause she's chokin' on a block of cheese
But the bitch was stout, I pimped her ass with the pump
I'm about to lay her down, a rose fell on my arm and made my flesh crawl
That's what you can expect up in these projects
Pass the penicillin's, 'cause I'm fuckin' on a Section 8 bitch

[Outro: Lord Infamous & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Ah, yeah, on this DJ Paul motherfuckin' Killa Mix
The Lord Infamous, Skinny Pimp
Kickin' this gangster shit on this bitch
Yeah, to all them funky-ass hoes
Keep my motherfuckin' name out yo' mouth, bitch, and put the dick in there
Ah, yeah, I like to say what's up to Lil Wolf
MC 211, Lord Infamous, DJ Paul up in this bitch
And MC Homicide, and Killa B
Ah, yeah, y'all know what time it is
And for them funky-ass n***a that talk shit
Suck my dick