Big Tymers   "Beat It Up"      *chorus*   Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up    Beat it up Beat it up (repeat 2x)   You know you want this pussy (Sho' do)    You know you want this pussy (It's tru)   You know you want this pussy (Bring it on)   You know you want this pussy (And I'm gone)      With so much pussy on the city streets   It's kinda hard for a pimp keepin up with these freaks   But I tracks em' down, backs em' down, bustin they guts   Leave pussy so gushy overflowin with nuts   Ima hellafied supafied pickle slingin mac   Dick like a stick breakin off of ya back   It's explicit when I kiss it baby all night long   Knock ya head against the bed till tha insides gone   Give you big long wood Beat it real good   I ain't yo man I ain't stayin but I wish I could   A hour in tha shower then on top of tha dresser   Then a big "gimme head" and then I'ma letcha   Ride that pole Make ya say ooh   The sex is incredible, The dick is like woah   Cussin' lustin' Bout to get a nut when   She looked at me and said      *chorus*      I come wit TVs and DVDs an a cars   And I pack a big dick down in tha drawers   I'm the neighborhood pickle slanga, Pain bringa   Super sick big dick nasty ass rap singa   Do it baby stick it baby do it baby get it   Make that ass clap every time that I hit it   Now all I need is liquor and weed   Two dike bitches straight down n get G'ed   See I got it up gotta hit it gotta get it   Cause I moved up   Gotta split it Gotta fit it to a Magnum   Gotta fuck it don't love it   I don't want none, but you can have some   See I play it homie   Fuck her best friends up    Cause I banged on it   Hit a hoes from the back and she sang homie   From the same man's words    From the same song, from the same song      *chorus*      This story takes place on the late night   I was on the lakefront tryin' to get some act right   You was actin' funny so I had to kick game   I said you'd be my queen I'd be your king    And things'd neva change   Now I'm just sittin there lookin at the beaver   It's hairy like Barry and it's bigger than Geneva   Something says stick my finger in so I did   Then came the two, the three, the four, the thumb   And aw shit   I just don't believe it   How can she conceive it   My fist, my wrist, bitch   You need to summer's eve it    Dush yo bush black You smell like step back   What the fuck is that oooh tuna cat   Put her out my jack fast Tell that bitch "You get no cash"   Get yo shit together shorty clean yo lil funky ass   Been alotta places, did alotta shows    Met alotta people, Fucked alotta hoes   I...      *chorus* (repeat 2x)