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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Charlie Wilson
Vocals
R. Kelly
Vocals
Ebony Black
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Black Mambo
Songwriter
Charlie Wilson
Songwriter
R. Kelly
Songwriter
Claydes Smith
Songwriter
Dean Taylor
Songwriter
Dennis Thomas
Songwriter
Donald Boyce
Songwriter
Earl Toon
Songwriter
Meekaaeel Muhammed
Songwriter
Osten Harvey
Songwriter
Otha Nash
Songwriter
Richard Westfield
Songwriter
Robert Bell
Songwriter
Robert Spike Mickens
Songwriter
Todd Muhammad
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
George Brown
Songwriter
Osten Harvey Jr.
Songwriter
Ronald Bell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Berman
Vocal Recording Engineer
Lucas McLendon
Assistant Engineer
J-Dub
Co-Producer
Mario Winans
Co-Producer
Ruben Vidal
Engineer
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Andy Gallas
Assistant Engineer
Ian Mereness
Recording Engineer
DJ Green Lantern
Producer
Diddy
Co-Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You see I don't sweat these hoes
I keep 'em in flavors like Timbos and Girbauds
Bitches just like to play the merry-go
(Yeah, we know, drop the scenario)
It was me, D, the MPV
The blunts and brew thing, knockin' the Wu-Tang
M E T H, oh shit
Look at those lips and hips on that bitch
We hits the dip, so I can drop mac-adocious shit
Like the blunt clip
And recognize a pimp
Needless to speak, the Gs obsolete
Don't sleep, bang the skins in the week
On the creep up the avenue
I seen her on the block, who she rappin' to?
That's my **** D, damn he got G
Now she fuckin' him and fuckin' me, see
[Verse 2]
Mi case, you casa
I ain't lookin' for no wife
I just wanna give dick to ya
Hit the club, drink ass all night with ya
Hit the pussy good, am I doin' the thing for ya?
Girl, show me how you work that thing (Whoa, oh)
Oh oh, you make a motherfuckin' thug wanna sing (Whoa, oh)
And baby baby, can't you see (Whoa)
We gon' fuck till six in the morning (Whoa)
[Verse 3]
No I play her far like a move player star
She still sweatin' me hard 'cause I'm a rap star
I be cruising up the block, I be passin' her
Pimpin' hard with the female passenger
And the only time I call her to hang
Is when me and D blunt it up
Pissy schemin' on a gang bang
She shoulda used her intuition
Then she wouldn't be classified in that position
Listen, she sayin' I dissed her, 'cause I'm fuckin' her sister
A message to the fellas, that really gets 'em pissed, uh
But she started that fuckin' family
She fucked my man D, so why she mad at me?
Fuckin' sister look better than you
Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you
So break the fuck out like a rash
I'm glad I ain't spend no cash to hit your nasty ass
[Verse 4]
Red bones, stilettos, doobies
Hip huggers to show off your booty
I'm hangin' with the best of them, sleep
If you wanna, I'm a veteran
When I show up to the club it's VIP (Oh)
I'll be dancin' in the club if it's B.I.G. (Ooh e)
I'm not lookin' to find a wife (Find a wife)
Just someone to make a friend of mine (Let's go)
[Verse 5]
Me casa, you casa
I ain't lookin' for no wife
I just wanna give dick to ya
Hit the club, drink ass all night with ya
Hit the pussy good, am I doin' the thing for ya?
Girl, show me how you work that thing (Whoa, oh)
You make a motherfuckin' thug wanna sing (Whoa, oh)
And baby baby, can't you see (Whoa)
We gon' fuck till six in the morning (Whoa)
[Verse 6]
I roll up, all black Impala
I'm so high when I walk in the club
I see this chick that used to get the dick
Now she freakin' on the floor, make a **** reminisce
Want her back in my ride again (Want her back in my ride again)
I don't want no girlfriend
See, I just wanna hit it and we can be cool
We can do this if you feelin' the same way too
Come on girl, let's go to my hotel
Have a party all night in my hotel
Pop bottles, smoke dro in my hotel
In twenty minutes, girl, hit me on my cell
[Verse 7]
Me casa, you casa
I ain't lookin' for no wife
I just wanna give dick to ya
Hit the club, drink ass all night with ya
Hit the pussy good, am I doin' the thing for ya?
Girl, show me how you work that thing (Whoa, oh)
You make a motherfuckin' thug wanna sing (Whoa, oh)
And baby baby, can't you see (Whoa)
We gon' fuck till six in the morning (Whoa)
Written by: Black Mambo, Charles Wilson, Claydes Smith, Dean Taylor, Dennis Thomas, Donald Boyce, Earl Toon, George Brown, Meekaaeel Muhammed, Osten Harvey, Otha Nash, R. Kelly, Richard Westfield, Robert Bell, Robert Spike Mickens, Ronald Bell, The Notorious B.I.G., Todd Muhammad