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B
Wuz up
Ai, y'know they been on this ol' school game
Let's that game back
Like one thru five?
nigga, just like we use to do it
Well, this out

Is the
Like
A bitch

I was at my home, all alone
Thinkin' 'bout I use to bone
Tight young bitches, I deny
bitches, I can't lie
The had body is all I know
Only 18 but twenty-fo'
Her was Bitch, class of '92
High and the shit was cool
Took her to my house, Moms was
Turned off the light, the phone
The said, "Fred, I hearda you
Anything you want, I do"

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

'Cos
the shit
Like
A bitch

I like to a nasty bitch
Witta big fat ass and
First lay, dick sucked
Bitch don't a fuck
'Cos real run that game
When I fuck that she won't be the same
'Cos when Short run up in it
a bitch for about 30 minutes
Real player-like, straight to the
a nut while I'm smokin' a joint
Stop fuckin', still
Lay my on her lips, say, "Open"

Ain't nuttin' like a bitch
Acting all and shit
just love 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, what happened?
She sucked my dick I was rappin'
I just resist
I couldn't back, I said, "Beeyatch"

All I do is
what?
A mack

My DeVille is all white
Yes, bitch, hella tight
Crush velvet, gameless game
White on white wit tha gold
to the spot, check my crap
Wash, wax, on fat
The on heat every time I ride
A long haired bitch on the side
Mackin' on the cellular
I can't be stopped, 50 G's
Benz, Freddy B
Oaktown, a bitch don't

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

Is ridin' vogues
what?
hos

Breakin hos day and
They call me, '$horty the Pimp', my game is
I do give hos slack
I'm like Benz, I'ma mack
So break yourself
I'm an Oaktown nigga, I'll your wealth
'Cos what I was raised to do
Break these bitches, get fool
Y'know Short ain't afraid and hurt
Any bitch I get, you take her
the game is fool-proof
Bet'cha say I'm tellin' ya true

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

'Cos
the shit
Like
a bitch

Ai, Dawg?
Wuz up
I ain't smokin' no dank wit no more bitches
Hell naw
wanna smoke a 20 sack, so got to spend 20

If the bitch wanna 50, what she gotta do
She do me, you and the whole crew
And my PO too
Hey, what? Freddy B
What's that
And Too $hort, we go way man
1981, Freemont High
We the two who invented the word, Beeyatch, beeyatch