[Verse 1: Juicy J]   Yah, she freaky, freaky deeky, didnt ya see her in a bikini   Porno movies we got plenty, and ya know they smoke them beenies   For this chick you might be feenin, for you birshes, might be dreamin   If she stuck up, I'm like whut up?I ain't got nothin but lent and pennies   Tell yo boyfriend cut the crap-and, heard he got that fire ass capp-and   Always wearin that shiny white gold, tellin everybody its platinum   Dont you groupies hate on Juicy, actin like you never knew me   I ain't the one be droppin dollars, I'm just out to get the chewin   Now she fuckin one of my niggas, pimped the trick weak on the trigga   Watchin us on BET and, chillin wit our nigga Tigger   Why they datin, I ain't hatin, got a call from Sally Payton   Now I'm gamin on this hi-zoe, took her out real latey latey   Pushin Bentleys, ridin caddy, when she see me calls me daddy   Heard she like to chief on chronic, roll it up and hit this Cali   You fuck my bitch, I fuck yo bitch, thats the way it is in showbiz   Mane fa sho that freak you dont kiss, keep that spray for smelly fishes   [Chorus]   I need a coach bag   Bitch you got da game wrong   I need my hair done   Bitch you got da game wrong   I wanna go out tonight   Bitch you got da game wrong   Mane thats just my friend   Bitch you got da game wrong   I need my car fixed   Bitch you got da game wrong   my baby needs some shoes   Bitch you got da game wrong   I wanna go out tonight   Bitch you got da game wrong   Mane thats just my friend   Bitch you got da game wrong   [Verse 2: DJ Paul]   Bitch, drop that purse like its hot, I'm pickin it up like its not   Stayin fresh in brand new clothes, sponsored by my brand new hoes   Keepin one on every block, she fuck up bust her head with glock   When I slam cadillac do's, 17 inch vogues   On the curb, sip and serve, ask a broad "whats the word?"   Wrong answer mean as cancer when I'm on that fuckin bird   Runny nose and roastin hoes, kickin in them hotel do's   Gotta keep that paper right, up all night and hype off white   Big Bizness, Bizness Big when you talkin bout pimpin trick   Gotta keep an eye out for them bitches tryna pimp ya dig?   In the 2 thou, manne that shit done got so popular   Push a pimp like me way back like some backwards binoculars   But real pimps gon stay afloat like rubber ducks in white folks tubs   Clouds creepin up above, smoke burnin from this bud   Bitch, feel it 'fore I deal it, hoe how you gon hustle me?   Im born and bred by HCP, I'll leave your blood off in these streets! Beatch!   [Repeat Chorus]