Yeah, D-lo, okay, Sho'Nuff, so what we got here y'all?   This right here is what we call female pimpin'   Understand that Rasheeda, okay, Cherish baby, okay   Don Vito you a little foolish, ha, ha, I like this ATL      Straight up, A-Town. That's my type   Thugged out from the hood that's what I like   Neck, ears, wrist shinning so bright   Give me paper or plastic anything I like      You see I like 'em kind of cool   Black shades, black tee and black shoes   Candy painted Impala on 22s   Straight up gutta is just my kind of dude      Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever   And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui players   Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers holla   Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no haters      I need a down south G, the ones that ride so good   That can give me what I need, the ones that talk so hood   The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers   That can handle a chick like me, a chick like me      All my fellas need to hear me, I want y'all to hear me clearly   I'm not the picky type, I like my thugs from every city   GA, L.A., on back to Philly but them dirty boys   Oh, they do something to me      See I have to disagree   I like my thugs from the NYC   Steady trappin' on the gangsta scene   Ridin' in cars up on that gangsta lean      Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever   And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui players   Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers holla   Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no haters      I need a down south G, the ones that ride so good   That can give me what I need, the ones that talk so hood   The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers   That can handle a chick like me, a chick like me      Red monkey jeans hanging low with a black-T   Gotta mean swag and he trappin' on the back street   Now man it's something 'bout them G's   Make Rasheeda temperature jump 100 degrees      Is it the money or the candy paint drippin'   Or the way he hold me down and keep it pimpin'?   Plus he know just how to, how to b*** i* u*   Can't get enough so he always wanna eat it up      Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever   And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui players   Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers holla   Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no haters      I need a down south G, the ones that ride so good   That can give me what I need, the ones that talk so hood   The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers   That can handle a chick like me, a chick like me      Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever   And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui players   Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers holla   Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no haters      I need a down south G, the ones that ride so good   That can give me what I need, the ones that talk so hood   The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers   That can handle a chick like me, a chick like me      That's how it's going down right here, baby   We calling out all the G's all around the world   Please believe it, y'all need to keep it pimpin'   Keep ya A game, keep it tight baby      This Cherish right here   This Rasheeda right here, the Georgia peach   The Urban Legend   It don't get no better than this