Curious George

Yo, why these bitches in the game gettin' serious for? I was just playin', when I said you looked liked Curious George I mean, I was in the SL-, Ice on the bez-el I ain't mad at you lil' mama, you a sketel I'm a winner, you that thing that start with a "S.-L." Rhyme with a cruiser, end with a r-ra Yup, you're a (sore) loser, I am a super star-ah F.a.b.o., I do it, like Tacara (F-A-B-O!) Cause ya'll some dylon hoes, try - To fuck up my band, I fuck with Nylon holes I got the pumps and the bumps,the pumps in the trunk In case I gotta spazz, and blast you mudda cunts (BLEAH!) I had to laugh at that one - Bitch get outta line, I'mma slap the fat one I'm such a maniac - Where Wayne at? I'm tryna get some, brain-i-ac I gets down, like when niggas is shootin' Mami, I style wild, like when niggas is lootin' Hoes is mad, cause these hoes is losin' They do a lot of walkin', I do alot of cruisin' Put the top in the back of trunk, take off - A shoe, slap a bitch, with the back of the pump I ain't never had a problem, giving bitches the business Pop-bitches-in-the-eye, like I finish my spinach I'm a New York broad, spend chips in the village Hopped out the yellow cab, oops, the yellow Ja-guar Girls don't like me, guess it's the swag-ga Don't talk to me 'bout, chicks got skills She's alright, but she's not real Listen big homie, I'm that deal I say I body bitches, mean that bitch got killed Riding the baseline, like I'm (Sha) 'Quil O'Neal [Hook] Now how many bitches do it take to knock me down You know bitches gon' hate But I don't give a fuck who you bodied on tape I'm into movin' weight mami in and out of state let's get it now. (x2)