Intro:   Ha, say who's scientific, 3 C-F Mafia (that's my crew)      JuJu:   Yo, on the real homey, let me let you know about me   Cause ain't too many people who can talk about me   See frontin' ain't nothin', who they tryin' to jerk   Half of them niggas talkin' can't pay for the work   They in my pocket, this flow, they can't stop it   Shit, 20 bricks and a dream team to mop it   Who wanna knock it?   Get blown out the socket (Hey, who's gettin' money?)   Remains the topic   Stay true, somethings in it for you   I know you wanna get down, Martinies and Malibu   That's a dream, pay attention to the sceme   Follow the rules and we could all get cream      Hook:   Baby if you give me the ass (baby if you give me the ass)   Maybe you might see some cash (maybe you might see some cash)   If you think I'm moving to fash (if you think I'm moving to fash)   We can lace this blunt with hash      Pyscho Les:   Where you from?   Q-Bourgh, harsh and rugged like ma bourgh   Beatnuts new joint (what?)   Give it to you radio style, so heads can groove   Gotta make this move in 9-7   Attack with the most hunger, got mouths to feed and we ain't gettin' no   younger   No doubt, mix the Guinstout, with the Colt 40   Toastin' the majority, stay bent   With tobacco spilt on the pavement   Feelin' my beats from the basement, on this one cut   No killer shit (shhhhh)   That's why we hit you in the head with a joint you familiar with      Hook      JuJu:   Yo shortie rock we can wine and dine   But in time let me remind, eventually I plan to be   Somewhere behind you, mind you   Never the less here to refine you   Take you outta def and dumb and unblind you   No game shortie, don't laugh   It's all math, material things just don't last   So light this L and parlay with me   Cause tonight shortie rock you gonna stay with me      Pyscho Les:   Son this beat is mad hot, 100 degrees   Slide back the sun roof, catch a breeze   Let out the smoke from the trees, torch our beat   Surrounded by strink G's   As I count Ben-G's, I clocked off this track doin friendly   Kick it to this chick in spicey like Wendys   Tried to touch her tada, honey said "Ah-ah"   Turned down the Chewbacca, but I was like...      Hook (X2)      Outro:   Give me the ass baby, give me the ass baby, can't live without the ass baby   Give me the ass baby, give me the ass, oh give me the ass, baby give me the   ass   Oh give me the ass      Give it to him