(feat. Koopsta Knicca, Tear Da Club Up Thugs)    [Intro]  (Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good)  [Man:] So what's up with you right now?  [Girl:] What you mean what's up with me? What's up with you?  [Man:] I'm trying to find out what you want to do  [Girl:] I think I need to go home chill out, relax  [Man:] I think you need to go with me and lay down and relax with me  [Girl:] Naw it's too early for that  [Man:] Too early? I been thinking about it for a long time  [Girl:] But I just met you I don't do that...on the first date  [Man:] Been with a man you should have been doing it girl, what's wrong with   you?  [Girl:] What's wrong with you? You ain't getting none    [DJ Paul]  The shit started off real well  Real swell the bitch was talking lovely  She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8:30  It'll be my first time hitting this bitch I gotta work  I call me nigga Big L for about two ounces to serve  I jumped in some kinda fresh smelling like is it me?  I'm thinking I know I'm anxious this bitch is beeping me  This one right here is too wheezy I'm damn near scared of that  But I'ma let you boys know when I take care of that  I'm pulling up to the crib lights out  I hit her Nextel celli tell her to come on out  Stepping out of the crib sexy looking bad as hell  I'm knowing goddamn well I'm bout to get in that tail  So we pulled out first stop J&S liquor store  Don't you play no games young boy you know that's where I gotta go  She talking about going back to my crib but that ain't trying to happen  I changed the subject poured another cup and I kept on yapping  Jumped on the title of six hoping the hoe peeps game  Hickeys all over her neck so I know she got a man  I'm coming out can we fuck? I'm on my period   Bitch the lies   So I dropped the trick off at the first stop sign  And I'ma holla hoe    [Chorus]  My conversates   I'm trying to fuck on the first date  Weaving all on that oil but still you hesitate  I'm wasting time with this funk ass bitch  Riding round with this drunk ass bitch  Hoe let it bump    [Juicy J]  Chicken chicken  Don't be tripping  When I'm bout to spit this pimping  Stacking cheese and counting up easy cause you know I'm into winning  Heard your niggas like a pigeon  Punk ass faggotts always switching  See that Lexus that he ride in  I got that strapped on my wrist'n  Come on hoe and stop the fronting  Keep my dick from jumping jumping  Take a shot of fifths and liquor  But I can't be buying nothing  Where I'm from I can't be saying   Cause I'm just to cheap for paying  Can't be hanging drinking drinking  With this guru what a behavior (moan)  Bout to ball the troops to college  Watching haters ow they be falling  Looking for the freaky freakys  That be chewing the dick and swallowing  We can take a short'n riding   Through the cut to reach your housing  We can ride down to the river   While you work on using your mouth'n  Everybody know you going  Bet you probably saying oh no'n  Then I'm gonna teach you lessons  Stranglin all to death and rowing  And your sister know she with it  Cause she let me nigga hit it  Then she get the licking licking  Then she have to pay to quit it    [Chorus(x2)]    [Lord Infamous]  Bitch I don't wanna just hold hands  And listen to slow jams  I'm not with that romance   Or candle light slow dance  Hoe why don't you take a chance?   Ain't like you ain't fucked before  Come out those tight ass pants  Stop thinking that I won't call no more  Don't listen to the rumors that Lord will school ya and slide  You wanna wine and dine  But don't wanna bump and grind  There's plenty hoes that wanna bone  So next time we don't get it on  The next time you phone   You gets a dial tone bitch    [Koopsta Knicca]  There's many bitches that's fine as fuck  Tell me how many dicks that they done sucked? (say what?)  Them pretty bitches that like to suck  No telling, tell me how many niggas they done fucked? (say what?)  One to the honey bitch over in the corner  Two to the bitch on the porch  Take 'em to the bathroom   Dick them in the fucking moon  Make 'em 'til their toes rub on this side fuck  What the fuck you want though?  Could it be my back room door wide open  Naw you know that'd make me mad  The cheese in my pocket please for the head on the dash  Koopsta Knicca sleeping on the bitch on the weekend weekend    [Chorus(x2)]    [DJ Paul:]  Hoe get up out my shit!   Ugly bitch I aint wanna fuck your little stanking ass anyway bitch  Only reason I man motherfucking  Man took your motherfucking ass and babysitted you all night bitch  'Cause my nigga was trying to fuck you  Motherfucking dike ass greedy little ugly drunk  Stanking breath ass bitch   Cigarette smoking ass hoe  Get the fuck up out my car bitch!  (Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good...)