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Aye, aye, come here bitch
I'm talking to you, I'm talking to you, shorty

It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi
Every women on planet Earth got their eyes
On the kid, they all wanna touch
On a nigga skin, they love me so much

They all got P on they brain
And at the show, do anything to get backstage
Just so they can hug 50 and kiss on Banks
After we all get a turn, the broads said, "Thanks"

Shit, just last month a nigga wasn't shit
Now I finger pop dimes with diamonds on my fists
Niggaz bringing me they girl like, "You can have my bitch
Just help me get down with the G-unit"

Man, little groupies, they make me sick
You ain't getting in the after party unless you're a chick
And bitch, you ain't getting in the hotel unless we grip
And you're gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick

Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass

Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass

Shorty what's up? You know you wanna roll with a nigga
I'm trying to fuck if you decide to go with a nigga
I'll tear it up in the tele you'll be loving a nigga
I'll work that, work that yeah, I'll work that, work that

It's funny how a bitch'll make her way backstage
Harder than the politician on the campaign
No games, baby girl, gotta do the damn thing
Let me see you back it up till you pull a hamstring

Face fuck, girl go for broke
So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat
Then Havoc on the floor
I don't need to get her number, she'll be at the next show

Half-ass dress, smelling like sex
Dried up nutt on her neck
They don't call us the master of the tour for nothing
We destroy good girls, send them home with pussy soft from fucking

Catch 'em in the morning and somebody White-T'd
And that's the kind of bitch that you call wifey
She'll do it anywhere from the tele to the tour bus
Here's the hot line bitch, call us

Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass

Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass
Aye, aye, come here bitch   I'm talking to you, I'm talking to you, shorty      It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi   Every women on planet Earth got their eyes   On the kid, they all wanna touch   On a nigga skin, they love me so much      They all got P on they brain   And at the show, do anything to get backstage   Just so they can hug 50 and kiss on Banks   After we all get a turn, the broads said, "Thanks"      Shit, just last month a nigga wasn't shit   Now I finger pop dimes with diamonds on my fists   Niggaz bringing me they girl like, "You can have my bitch   Just help me get down with the G-unit"      Man, little groupies, they make me sick   You ain't getting in the after party unless you're a chick   And bitch, you ain't getting in the hotel unless we grip   And you're gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick      Shorty, hit me high then hit me low   You get around girl, I know I seen your face before   Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass   You was at the last show with your backstage pass      Shorty, hit me high then hit me low   You get around girl, I know I seen your face before   Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass   You was at the last show with your backstage pass      Shorty what's up? You know you wanna roll with a nigga   I'm trying to fuck if you decide to go with a nigga   I'll tear it up in the tele you'll be loving a nigga   I'll work that, work that yeah, I'll work that, work that      It's funny how a bitch'll make her way backstage   Harder than the politician on the campaign   No games, baby girl, gotta do the damn thing   Let me see you back it up till you pull a hamstring      Face fuck, girl go for broke   So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat   Then Havoc on the floor   I don't need to get her number, she'll be at the next show      Half-ass dress, smelling like sex   Dried up nutt on her neck   They don't call us the master of the tour for nothing   We destroy good girls, send them home with pussy soft from fucking      Catch 'em in the morning and somebody White-T'd   And that's the kind of bitch that you call wifey   She'll do it anywhere from the tele to the tour bus   Here's the hot line bitch, call us      Shorty, hit me high then hit me low   You get around girl, I know I seen your face before   Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass   You was at the last show with your backstage pass      Shorty, hit me high then hit me low   You get around girl, I know I seen your face before   Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass   You was at the last show with your backstage pass