What Them Girls Like

[Verse 1: Chris Webby] I love women, from Britney Spears to Marge Simpson Just give me a rubber and you know that I'm goin' in son Ain't no tee ball, but it's still easy to hit them Cause I know what women want, call me Mel Gibson Yes, cause they know we on next They can throw me on set, watch em' go beyond sex I ball hard but not in the Kobe context I'm collectin' v-cards like a Pokemon deck Muthafucka, cause I'mma speed to the top Downin' a leader of scotch, cause like a demon I'm hot White as a laundry load full of wife beaters and socks Not even Ripley's is sure if they can believe it or not Watch, I'll make 'em come to a dead stop Cause on a beat, I'mma spit it hard as a pet rock Baby girl, you know I'll make that bed hot I'm no angel, my only Halo came with an Xbox Drink till I"m walkin' like a waddlin' duck But I can step a straight line just to follow a buck I'm just looking for a chicken who can swallow a nut Like a pecan pie in front of Jabba The Hutt Wait what? and there is no way she could ignore me Grabbin' on my Woody like Andy from Toy Story With them lips like Topanga, I'll play the role of Cory And sit back and watch you do your thing there shorty Cause you know you can not start me 12 beers deep and I'm the life of the party Bring a chick back and you know we gettin' naughty Bite her so hard she be like "ouch Charlie!" Cause you know we gets busy Heads spinnin' like Taz so you know we get dizzy Datpiff top 8 with Banks, Luda, and Drizzy Sick as the swine flu, I been fuckin' Ms. Piggy Really get silly, bitch you know this dude's nice Mommy's comin' over and she's spendin' a few nights Lyrics like an emo kid's pants, man too tight Throwin' mad punches just like pudding in a food fight Ha, so I'mma hit 'em with more bars Cause I'm always needing me some M to the O-R E mothafucka and you know that I go hard I'm at the top of my game, I'll send you a post card Bitch!