{It's two a.m. in the morning and it light showers   And you're probably hookin' up with that girl   That's been, two-wayin' you all week   Her baby, Daddy's out of town so, you can fuck around   It's okay to check in that Motel 6, $59.95   Not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho   Yeah, stop by that convenience store   And pick up them rubbers magnum I hope   This is Faizon Love and I love hoes   I just don't pay 'em}      Cut up, know we like that, get that cut up   Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em   Get that cut up, cut up   Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em      I'm kinda hopin' that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C.   So later on we'll be rollin'   Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch   My niggaz never listen but I told 'em   When I catch you at the game runnin' game at the A.U.C.   That later on we'd be bonin'   Fat cats I'm ready to tap that so back that   No wonder why you wakin' up swollen      I'm feelin' you Luda', smokin' my Buddha, coochie recruiter   Comin' at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast   Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash   On the back and leave it drippin' down the crack of her ass   Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin' booty soft as silly putty   Killin' for money, still a thug get bump from some pokin'   And locomotion hittin' bunnies for threesome getcha buddy   When I'm feelin' scummy I love to cut      Tan skin so, butter soft I'm rippin' the buttons off yo' blouse   Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' house   Check the ratio of men to women   And women to men when down south   Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo' mouth   So we love that      C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up   Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em   Get that cut up, cut up   Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em      Now I got the feelin' we can cut the hell out each other   And I hope we be the same thang freaks   We can get the mattress goin'   Handlin' business while I bang bang skeet   Wash the dick off and kick off another session again   I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors   The pieces from the East is the shit   And the flesh in the West is the best   But Twista love them Chicago and South hoes      Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day   Cum six times but it's seven today   Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet   What's my name?   So magical I come and touch the game   You motherfuckers really lust to gain   Nothin' but hatin' and a look of disgust   So it's must, stay Adrenaline Rush   Wonderin' why they don't be bustin' the same      I'm clutchin' my thang   Stuffin' in it, strokin' it down, beat the stuff up   Shorty, don't run from it   She give me the booty I'm breakin' it off   I can tell a stab by the way that she walk   Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it   Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels   Pullin' rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag   Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag befo' I tap it   I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that      C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up   Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em   Get that cut up, cut up   Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em      Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the bathtub   Makin' you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs   It's killin' me thinkin' about the bottles that pop   The models that swallow willin', up under my pillow stayin' strapped up   If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape   So give me the rope you gettin' wrapped up   Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I'm fresh and fruity   Ya duty's to figure the booty's gettin' slapped up      I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread   Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head   How I dip up in it we can make a video   But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed   When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy   Come on and dip up through the hideout with Twist'   But after we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together   Because now you gots to ride out bitch      Oh 'Cris, can you do it again? That's what they askin' me   Hit skins, causin' catastrophes   Get pinned, by me and my family   Sip gin, fulfillin' yo' fantasies   In yo condition I'm wishin' you'll take a lickin'   And keep on tickin' from thicker thighs   Finger lickin' never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes   And you can tell she's a figure five, so we love that      C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up   Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em   Get that cut up, cut up   Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em      Cut up, gettin' brains in the Range   We love to cut up 'cause we like them freaky thangs   I like it when you let me try, anythang   'Cause girl I ain't got nothin' but time   Let a nigga get a little cut up girl   Cut up, gettin' brains in the Range   We love to cut up 'cause we like them freaky thangs   I like it when you let me try, anythang   'Cause girl I ain't got nothin' but time   Let a nigga get a little cut up girl      I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy   Where the royal penis is clean, yo' majesty   Can it be, Sheila E, Appolonia, Vanity, all mad at me?   I'm the Prince dick of insanity   I'm good lovin', body-rockin', knockin' boots all night long   We not stoppin', I don't care if the kids watchin'   I stir it like motherfuckin' coffee and brown sugar   Girls dem sugar, world class lover, Kamasutra, porno music producer   Tally whacker is a rock hard storm trooper with a purple helmet   Made for crushin' pink cookies   Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies   And fat women because they need love too   So go on big girl, whatchu gon' do?