the color trim ho's breathless Paint shinning brite like morning breakfast Once I slide up in the party, pull the best fits Yo chick still want me even
, probably some place warm Don't pack nothin' but bathin' suits and shorts hon' and thats for real girl And then step two when you land off the plane up in Malibu Limo, chauffeur service
I'ma give you the full service, you'll see You ain't gotta, gotta be nervous, nervous I'ma give you, give you full service, service You ain't even gotta
[Too $hort] I'm tryin' to do a show, I don't even know Most of these niggaz, I came with some hoes Hell nah they don't know me, askin' is he with us Back
nigga walk by and say hello Starin' at your booty 'cause it moves like jello Now I'm really feelin' like you need my service Jealous boyfriend, I can see him gettin' nervous You don't even
So you want to be a gangster all that shit Smoke any motherfucker, don't even trip You be hard as hell, take whatever you want Punk suckers wanna front
straight hot hot hot hot hot red hot big money blessed cash nobody stop these suckers not even the devil in hell can't stop it I want you to know I love
punch me out but i get a kick out of taking it on the chin, when you decided to pin me down to the floor, ill lift you back over and push even more,
please Initiate phase 3, missy, now service me Take another shot of Jager, shake it so nervously Take your time, baby, oh, you're the bomb, baby Oh, you're doing that even
Thurman, a dude's virgin Verses lettin' superfulious with no purpose **** Continue to walk this earth's surface I was birthed for hip-hop branch out my services
from his coke can And headed through Balboa Park Where the men in their Mercedes Come nightly to employ In the cool San Diego evening The services
show but I gotta go Got second thoughts about her not going, to the hospital I left the show early Mos held me down, good looking no doubt Call the car service
made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly, past the sky Man, I'm talkin' way past the sky let's go, yeah And I didn't even try to work a job
Write it on a piece of paper Only thing I see is P That paper, paper, paper chaser Better thing for me to be Now, my services ain't for free Make that
s 12 o'clock on the dot Very impatient, I'm getting nervous can't stop pacing My heart's racing, her Nextel don't get no service Damn, all this over
Plus my rent's not paid and the light's about to go off Car got stolen by a thief who likes to show off I can't even get a job, givin' out fliers I'
hotties That the preacher had souped up with lies Had me cooped up lookin' at loot, butt, and thighs Durin' the service, he swallowed up the poor And