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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cutty
Cutty
Vocals
Dirty Mouth
Dirty Mouth
Vocals
Don P.
Don P.
Vocals
Lil La
Lil La
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamal Glaze
Jamal Glaze
Songwriter
Lawrence Edwards
Lawrence Edwards
Songwriter
Craig Love
Craig Love
Songwriter
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Songwriter
LaMarquis Jefferson
LaMarquis Jefferson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Warren Bletcher
Warren Bletcher
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Emperor Searcy
Emperor Searcy
Executive Producer
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Producer
Rob McDowell
Rob McDowell
Executive Producer
Tom Whalley
Tom Whalley
Executive Producer
Vince Phillips
Vince Phillips
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer
Chris Carmouche
Chris Carmouche
Recording Engineer
Jonathan Cantrell
Jonathan Cantrell
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What it is ho, what's up? (What's up?)
Can a **** get in them guts (Them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut (Been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Well, give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)
And I'll follow that ass in the mall (In the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls (My balls)
While I'm beating and tearing down your walls (Oh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business, baby?
I've been eyeing you all day in the mall, miss lady
You lookin' good, I think I seen your ass in the hood
With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could
But anyway, go on and drop a number or something
So I can call you later on, on your phone or something
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something
It's no limits to what we do, 'cause tonight we cuttin', gut bustin'
I'm diggin' in your walls, something vicious
With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut something serious
You delirious, or might I say you taste so delicious
With your pretty brown skin, like Almond Joys and Kisses
And you a certified head doctor
Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won't holler
Bend you over and I'll follow you straight to the room
Where it goes down lovely in the Legion of Doom
[Verse 3]
What it is ho, what's up? (What's up?)
Can a **** get in them guts (Them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut (Been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Well, give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)
And I'll follow that ass in the mall (In the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls (My balls)
While I'm beating and tearing down your walls (Oh, yeah)
[Verse 4]
Shit, you know the deal before a **** even stepped
Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gon' melt
You know I give it to you till you run out of breath
Then bust a nut all over yourself
The first time I called, you were jugglin' on my balls
In and out of your jaws, I was beatin' down your walls
Had your ass breakin' laws for a player was the cause
And every time you seen a G you was slippin' off your drawers, I recall
I met your ass at the mall, in the fall
You the one with the dress on, let me take you home
Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts
Cut you up like you ain't been cut
From the back then to the side, to the front
Turn around, you down to ride
I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me
So go on see about a pimp and that monkey
And that's fo' sho'
[Verse 5]
What it is ho, what's up? (What's up?)
Can a **** get in them guts (Them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut (Been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Well, give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)
And I'll follow that ass in the mall (In the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls (My balls)
While I'm beating and tearing down your walls (Oh, yeah)
[Verse 6]
What's the business, baby, can I get in them drawers?
I like the way your hands rub against my balls
'Cause you the one, a **** met at South DeKalb mall
With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all
135 petite, and your smell is unique
Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week
Oh, you a freak, I knew it from the first time I saw you
The way you played with your tongue, I knew right then I would call you
So what it is, they call me Super Don from the 'Ville
And I'ma tell you like this, 'cause a **** so real, and stay trill
'Cause all I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the pussy I kill
And I feel, you love to fuck up on a hill
Suck dick from behind, and take nut in your grill
So bitch chill, and shut your mouth just for a second
While I lay this dick down on you just like I'm Teddy, hey
[Verse 7]
What it is ho, what's up? (What's up?)
Can a **** get in them guts (Them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut (Been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Well, give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)
And I'll follow that ass in the mall (In the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls (My balls)
While I'm beating and tearing down your walls (Oh, yeah)
Written by: Clove, Donnell Prince, Jamal Glaze, Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith, LaMarquis Jefferson, Lawrence Edwards
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