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B
Wuz up
Ai, y'know they been waitin' on this ol' game
Let's bring that back
game one thru five?
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 I use to bone
young bitches, I can't deny
Rat-haired bitches, I lie
The had body is all I know
Only 18 but twenty-fo'
Her was Bitch, class of '92
Skyline High and the was cool
her to my house, Moms was gone
Turned off the light, 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 used the bitch a ATM
G'd the bitch like the one and
Bust two and called her phony
She couldn't believe I said
The thing you know she was on my head
Suckin' the dick like it's to be done
Rat-haired make me cum
Freddy B the name
Rat-haired bitches, I got

'Cos
the shit
Like
A bitch

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

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

All I do is
what?
A mack

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

A mack, that's what I am
Taxin' a bitch like Sam
She pays the tax, Fred 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 ridin' vogues
what?
hos

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

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

'Cos
the shit
Like
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 gotta do me, you and the crew
And my PO too
Hey, what? Freddy B
What's that
And Too $hort, we go way man
1981, Freemont School
We the two niggas who the word, Beeyatch, beeyatch