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I know the whole deal on you tramps[4x] [Verse 1 - Numskull&Yukmouth] I got the 411 on you stunts Ho's rig me up or rig me up, only once My dick's at attention, amazed by the tingle Thinkin about the ho, so I gave one a jingle...THEN Threw a fuckin brew down my neck St., crooked letter, D-E to the S Dug the shitty gold-diggin bitches But then I got cheaper like Lucky's, the low price leader It's the thang to do, up and give the ugly ho's the boot Cause know I think the fine ho's are skipping to my loot I know the scoop, I know the whole deal on you tramps (Treated me like a wet food stamp) You think you all that cause the shit that you wearin The gear that you got, the whole crew be sharin I'm in that ass gigglin, you out for my loot in again Ya brain must be jigglin [Yukmouth] Look at my beanie Ooo wee got a loonie on my weanie, kablowee Got tricks up my sleve's like a whodini, you see me Puttin it, but couldn't it be cool Won't buy yo ass sea food, fuck, buy me ?????? SongtexteSchool, my niggas if you got the fat Pontiac Lafonne's You'll pull hella bitches like the Fonz I cons, ho's that mainly won't True's&Vouge's on the "O" School a young-ass bitch wit a old fool They only out to get dividends when living in the sauna A "Material Girl" like Madonna Your honor, shit is getting hectic and more crazy Hell yeah they on welfare, but don't spend it on they babies Act shady, when you call they scandolous-ass a slut But bro, a ho is someone that get's paid to fuck If the shoe fits on you bitch, wear it like them fake pony tails Oops...let my muthafuckin homie tell the scoop [Chorus: Repeat 2x] I know the scoop...I know the whole deal on you tramps (Treated me like a wet food stamp) [Verse 2 - Numskull&Yukmouth] [Numskull] I had a brand new jeep and we was rollin Told her it was mine, but that shit was really stolen She asked me to shoot her to the crib, so I did Walked to the house and the bitch had about 12 kids(small world!) Hangin on my brand new Girbaud's What's wrong wit my nose, I got a shit stain on my clothes Look down and say a little BeBe And felt like bootin that little nigga 'Cross the room like I was Pay-Lay That's how they get you to the crib You did couldn't pass off the chance, cause that ass was hella big! And she was walkin and that fat ass was swingin I'm thinkin about bangin her, somebody kept ringing her The phone was ringing every twenty seconds And I'm still gettin bothered by these dirty adolecent's Spillin hella kool-aid on my K-Swiss Hey bitch are you finished? Grab this bottle, and poured hella drank in it He was drunk, so the other kids jumped on Mama grabbed the high hell, and straight clumped em I still fucked, but it took a little drank though And I bet I still fuck a stank ho [Yukmouth] Why, bother? I'm bombed out like Pearl Harbor For??? sex I cut em loose like a Barbara Beef Cake The cheapskate, never got swundeld for a bundle Bitches got weaves on, hair long like Rapunzle I crumble, a phone number, but I stills bury bozack Rollin in dough like Pillsbury I don't carry a pull out, just my pager But I'll pull out major, Black got more sacks then Lawrence Taylor Captain Save A...Ho's stashes loot on the low tip To get the boots, he buys this bitch a Girbaud fit Shooby, doo-wop, Ohh I got's to have it Yuk got cabbage, I clothesline a bitch line Randy Savage Not your average sexual, man to be Ya handin me the buddah, a bitch couldn't drown me with the Bermudha, Triangle, I dangle bank roll, suck the dank roll And I bet I still fuck a stank ho, it's like that [Chorus Till Fade] Aus Songtexte Mania