[J-Ro]   I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly   Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly   Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door   I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four   Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?   The whole club was filled with the indo smoke   E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin   I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin   So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin   Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in   Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep   Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep      [E-Swift]   Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall   Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol   Starin at your chest, and I can only guess   Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress   Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice   Stick around and watch us rock the mic device   She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled   I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble   It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at   She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back   No sweat, I'll go out and get em   Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em   Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin   Got the three hoes in the front row chillin   That's how it be when you play high post   Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost      [Xzibit]   This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week   It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back   Coolin at the crib one day   I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour   I finally ask her can a nigga come through   She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said "Cool, I'm still comin over"   I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe   Ice cold, forty down in the freezer   And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her   How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer   An hour later I was breakin her off   in each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in   I got up and then I washed my shit   Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split   Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect   Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check      Chorus: Repeat 2X      All I really wanna do   Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through   All I really wanna do   Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash      [J-Ro]   I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray   the club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day   That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner   Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina   Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass   I said my name is big game all in her face   I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth   Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth   I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it   Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet   She said, "Mmm, J-Ro yeah!   Just let me know the time and I'll be there"   I said, "I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake   Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake"   We got to the place I started stuffin my face   Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste   I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, "What the heck   I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check"   And the next move, you might think it's tasteless   But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress      [Xzibit]   We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny   The shit bitches do for money   Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights   I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight   Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker   Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her   I said, "Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties   A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me   You're trippin." Dip into the streets to chill   Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways   It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink   of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer   Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches   Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self   I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth   You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass      Chorus