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Wuz up
Ai, y'know they been on this ol' school game
Let's bring that game
Like game one thru
Yeah nigga, like we use to do it
Well, check out

Is the
what?
A bitch

I was at my home, all alone
Thinkin' 'bout bitches I use to
Tight young bitches, I deny
bitches, I can't lie
The bitch had body is all I
Only 18 but looked
Her was Bitch, class of '92
Skyline and the shit was cool
Took her to my house, was gone
off the light, unplugged the phone
The said, "Fred, I hearda you
Anything you want, I do"

I dropped my drawers, dick all
She couldn't the position was pole
In and out, out and in
I the bitch like a ATM
G'd the like the one and only
Bust two nuts and called her
She believe what I said
The thing you know she was on my head
the dick like it's suppose to be done
Rat-haired bitch me cum
Freddy B the name
bitches, I got game

'Cos
the shit
Like
A nasty

I like to fuck a bitch
Witta big fat ass and
lay, dick gettin' sucked
Bitch give a fuck
real players run that game
When I fuck that bitch she won't be the
'Cos Short Dawg run up in it
Fuck a bitch for 30 minutes
Real player-like, to the point
Bust a nut while I'm a joint
fuckin', still smokin'
Lay my on her lips, say, "Open"

Ain't like a nasty bitch
Acting all fast and
Bitch just to flirt
When I see her at the club, be puttin' in work
on her ass at the bar
Let's get a room, girl, it too far
On the way, y'know what
She my dick while I was rappin'
I couldn't resist
I hold back, I said, "Beeyatch"

All I do is
Like
A mack

My Copue DeVille is all
Yes, bitch, it's tight
Crush blue velvet, game
White on white wit tha thangs
Bounce to the spot, check my
Wash, wax, on fat
The bass on heat every time I
A long haired on the passenger side
Mackin' on the phone
I can't be stopped, 50 G's
Fred Benz, B
Oaktown, a bitch sleep

A motherfuckin' mack, what I am
Taxin' a bitch like Sam
She the tax, Fred Benz' the pimp
16 G's put the in
No ordinary game, give it and take
Oakland can't be fake
I the bitch, the money was short
Macked on the bitch and now she
Benz baby, the game is fat
Ask these bitches, I'm a

Is ridin' vogues
Like
hos

Breakin hos day and
They me, '$horty the Pimp', my game is tight
I never do give hos
I'm Fred Benz, I'ma mack
So bitch yourself
I'm an Oaktown nigga, I'll take your
'Cos that's I was raised to do
Break these bitches, get payed
Short Dawg ain't afraid and hurt
Any I get, you can't take her
the game is fool-proof
Bet'cha momma say I'm tellin' ya

So you pay the man
dollar bills all in my hand
While I you bitches
a story 'bout ridin' with bitches
'Bout these ass niggas from the O
We just what to do with a ho
Take her the tricks get laid
Where the hos get
You a pimp, bitch give me a call
I drop the top in my El

game
It's the
what?
Like a

Ai, Short
Wuz up
I ain't smokin' no more dank wit no more
Hell naw
Bitch smoke a 20 sack, so got to spend 20

If the wanna 50, what she gotta do $hort?
She gotta do me, you and the crew
And my PO too
Hey, y'know what? B
that baby?
And Too $hort, we go way man
1981, High School
We the two who invented the word, Beeyatch, beeyatch