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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
4 Ize
Vocals
Faizon Love
Faizon Love
Vocals
Brandon Casey
Brandon Casey
Vocals
Brian Casey
Brian Casey
Vocals
Jagged Edge
Jagged Edge
Vocals
Kyle Norman
Kyle Norman
Vocals
Richard Wingo
Richard Wingo
Vocals
Twista
Twista
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
Shondrae Crawford
Shondrae Crawford
Songwriter
Brian Casey
Brian Casey
Songwriter
Richard Wings
Richard Wings
Songwriter
Kyle Norman
Kyle Norman
Songwriter
Tony Hayes
Tony Hayes
Songwriter
Brandon Casey
Brandon Casey
Songwriter
Terrell Mitchell
Terrell Mitchell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Derrick Williams
Derrick Williams
Recording Engineer
Mike Wilson
Mike Wilson
Recording Engineer
J. Butler
J. Butler
Recording Engineer
Bill Importico
Bill Importico
Recording Engineer
Ken Bengoa
Ken Bengoa
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Bangladesh
Bangladesh
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's 2 a.m. in the morning and it's, uhh
Light showers and you're probably hookin' up with
That girl that's been two-waying you all week
Her baby's daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers
Magnum, I hope
This is Faizon Love and uhh, I love hoes
I just don't pay 'em
[Verse 2]
Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'bout 'em
Get that cut up! Oh-whooo, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'bout 'em
[Verse 3]
I'm kinda hopin' that maybe you wanna kick it in the LAC
So later on we'll be rollin' drop tops, I'm hittin' yo' hot spots
I'm top notch
My **** never listen but I told 'em
When I catch you at the game runnin' game at the A-U-C
Then later on we'd be bonin' fat cats, I'm ready to tap that, so back that
No wonder why you wakin' up swollen
[Verse 4]
I'm feelin' you Luda', smokin' my buddha, coochie recruiter
Comin' at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast
Hit it an hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash
On the back and leave it dripping down the crack of her aaa
Call me Mr. Magillacutty, chasin' booty soft as silly putty
Killa for money, still a thug get bumped
From slow pokin' to locomotion, hittin' bunnies for threesomes get'cha buddy
When I'm feelin' scummy I love to cut, 10-4
[Verse 5]
Thin skin so, butter soft I'm rippin' the buttons off yo' blouse
Smell the aroma of a dingaling king
Ludacris when I'm in yo' house
Check the ratio of men to women
And women to men when down south
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos, holla while they in yo' mouth
So we love that c-c-c-c
[Verse 6]
Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'bout 'em
Get that cut up! Oh-whooo, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'bout 'em
[Verse 7]
Now I got the feelin' we can cut the hell out each other
And I hope we be the same thang, freaks
We can get the mattress goin', eh-err, eh-err
Handlin' business while I bang bang skeet
Wash the dick off and kick off another session again
I can break 'em off in the shower
Kitchen floor or the outdoors
The pieces from the East is the shit and the flesh in the West is the best
But Twista love them Chicago and South hoes
[Verse 8]
Come up out yo'negligee, freak 'em on a regular day
Cum six times, but it's seven today
Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet
Ahh, ahh! What's my name?
So magical I come and touch the game
You motherfuckers really lust to gain
Nothin' but hatin' and a look of disgust
Always a must, stay adrenaline rush
Wonderin' why they don't be bustin' the same
[Verse 9]
I'm clutchin' my thang
Stuffin' it in, strokin' it down, beat the stuff up
Uh-uh shorty, don't run from it
She give me the booty I'm breakin' it off
I can tell her style by the way that she walks
Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
Pullin' rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag
Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag
Take a proper drag before I tap it
I love the chicks that got a lotta ass
So we love that c-c-c-c
[Verse 10]
Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'bout 'em
Get that cut up! Oh-whooo, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'bout 'em
[Verse 11]
Bubble, bubble, bubbles is in the bathtub
Makin' you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs
It's killin' me thinkin' about the bottles that pop
The models that swallow willin', up under my pillow stayin' strapped up
If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles, you try to escape
So give me the rope you gettin' wrapped up
Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh
I'm fresh and fruity ya duty's to figure the booty's gettin' slapped up
[Verse 12]
I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a video
But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up wit'cha cutty buddy
Come on and dip off through the hideout with Twist'
But after we do what we gon' do get ya purse and get together
Because now you gots to ride out, bitch
[Verse 13]
Oh 'Cris, can you do it again, that' what they askin' me
Hit skins, causin' catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my family
Sip gin, fulfillin' your fantasies
In your condition I'm wishin' you'll take a lickin'
And keep on tickin' from thicker thighs
Finger lickin' never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes
And you can tell she's a figure five
So we love that c-c-c-c
[Verse 14]
Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'bout 'em
Get that cut up! Oh-whooo, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'bout 'em
[Verse 15]
Cut up, gettin' brains in the Range
We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs
I like it when you let me try anythang
Cause girl I ain't got nothin' but time
Let a **** get a little cut up girl
[Verse 16]
Cut up, gettin' brains in the Range
We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs
I like it when you let me try anythang
Cause girl I ain't got nothin' but time
Let a **** get a little cut up girl
[Verse 17]
I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy
Where the royal penis is clean, your majesty
Can it be Sheila E, Appalonia, Vanity, all mad at me?
I'm the Prince dick of insanity
I'm good lovin' body-rockin'
Knockin' boots all night long, we not stoppin'
I don't care if the kids watchin'
I stir it like motherf***in' coffee and brown sugar
Girls dem sugar
World class lover, Kama Sutra
Porno music producer
Tallywhacker is a rock hard stormtrooper
With a purple helmet, made for crushin' pink cookies
Goonie goo-goo we cut big-foots and wookies
And fat women, because they need love too
So go on big girl, what'chu gon' do?
Written by: Brian Casey, Christopher Bridges, Kyle Norman, Richard Wings, Shondrae Crawford, Tony Hayes
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