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B
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, this out

Is the
what?
A bitch

I was at my home, all alone
Thinkin' 'bout I use to bone
Tight young bitches, I deny
Rat-haired bitches, I lie
The bitch had is all I know
18 but looked twenty-fo'
Her name was Bitch, of '92
Skyline High and the was cool
her to my house, Moms was gone
Turned off the light, the phone
The bitch said, "Fred, I you
you want, I will do"

I dropped my drawers, 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
Bust two and called her phony
She couldn't what I said
The thing you know she was on my head
Suckin' the dick like suppose to be done
bitch make me cum
Freddy B the name
Rat-haired bitches, I got

'Cos
That's the
what?
A nasty

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

Ain't nuttin' like a nasty
all fast and shit
Bitch love to flirt
I see her at the club, I'll 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 just 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 wit tha gold thangs
to the spot, check my crap
Wash, wax, on fat
The bass on heat time I ride
A haired bitch on the passenger side
on the cellular phone
I can't be stopped, 50 G's
Fred Benz, B
Oaktown, a bitch sleep

A motherfuckin' mack, what I am
Taxin' a like Uncle Sam
She pays the tax, Benz' the pimp
16 G's put the in
No ordinary game, just it and take
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 like ridin'
Like
hos

Breakin hos day and
call me, '$horty the Pimp', my game is tight
I never do give hos
I'm like Fred Benz, I'ma
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
Y'know Short Dawg ain't and hurt
Any bitch I get, you take her
'Cos the game is
Bet'cha momma say I'm tellin' ya

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

game
It's the
what?
Like a

Ai, Short
Wuz up
I smokin' no more dank wit no more bitches
naw nigga
Bitch wanna smoke a 20 sack, so got to 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 niggas who invented the word, Beeyatch,