(Young Chris talking)   G - I - F - I   Get In Where You Fit In, baby   You know, roll wit ya boyz   Gunnaz!!      (Young Chris)   Honestly, my favorite type of gear   a scrunchie for a hair, LaPerle underwear   bang her from the rear   baby girl dont care who there   all i know she dont care who here   thats what i love about her   make the thugs bring the love up out em   she know you comin, she gon stop and get the nut up out em   They learn enough about 'em   They get enough up out 'em   Just like a nigga that soon she fuck give a fuck about em   Thats my type, baby   No disrespect to tha bourgeois and too polite ladies   i'll do tha wife, maybe   maybe later when a player in his thirties   man i cant afford these young'ns tryna play a nigga dirty   have me up all night talkin bout i cant sleep   too hurt to eat, baby girl neva see, that be he   Not me i'm way a better cheat   You know me better, b   we just fuck em and duck em and leave em..      Chorus(2X)   All night cant sleep too hurt to eat   Thats the way it goes   Thats the way it goes      (Pooda Brown)   See all my life i've been the type to keep a lil bitch   Fresh in the mornin put it on me , cook a lil grits   She like to touch my lips   yea i like to touch her hips   Then we get it poppin when a player get enough to split   Back to that block where i be   I'm on her mind though   I wanna call her and ball her i'm on my grind though   she wanna ride on the love train   But love man, aint what i'm here for   Thats not what i care for   I'm in and out when i wanna   Dont wanna one-a   We could kick it in the winter   but i'm cool in the summer   I rather go through my act   With them packie packies on her lap   We on the corner, nigga heavy and he packin stacks   Quality time, you outta ya mind   you steppin over ya line   i know that you fine, girl   but all i do is fuck em and duck em   pops told me dont trust em   Every night is another one   Pooda got em up....      Chorus(2x)      (Neef)   Baby girl, dont act foolish when you know that you know betta   I keep you fine 'cause you a dime but you gets no cheddar   Its hard to show feelings when you know you aint got none   I aint the type of brother that'll bail soon as ya drop one   I'm in the crib yea soon as tha block done   i lay pipe all night so let tha bed bugs bite   She grippin the sheets tight   i came when she came twice   Oh you got the right one   we sex till the sun come   Good thing i brought a box of them Magnums   or nine months later she pop out wit a bad one   And everything change that a chicken be naggin   listening to her girlfriends, now she want more ends   Taking out my benz, scraping up my rims   every other weekend she out, girlfriend be clubbin   Went from somethin to nothin now she huffin and puffin   'cause a nigga be frontin and i got her up....      Chorus(2x)      Fade to end.....