Letras: Too $hort. Blow The Whistle. Sadity.

Yeah, this for all them girls
That be actin' like they so fine
Whassup, $hort? Man, grab Lil Jon and Kurupt
Kurupt, let's f*** these h*** up, Daz
Yeah, Lil Jon, whassup with that ***?

She want it Gucci'd up, jewelry'd down
Give a f*** if you fine ***, we got to clown
Break it down for all you bad h***
E'rybody's somebody, yeah, they gots to know

Livin' off a scholarship, parents and lawsuits
Wanted that p***, girl, soon as I saw you
Baby girl, you the freak of the week
So sadity, you ain't pretty, girl, suck on these

Sorry, don't want me to talk like dat
I gotta see you, girl when you walk like dat
Ask your name and number and I start to wonder
Is there any mo' stuck up h*** out yonder

Sexy brown chocolate, vanilla white child
I like yo' a*** and I like yo' smile
But all that smirkin gon' get you cussed out
F*** you, b***, put this d*** in your mouth

See I don't, know why, you act so sadity
You're super bad, bad but your a*** ain't pretty
Show me your a***, girl, then show me yo' ***
Too $hort, Lil Jon and Pound get wit it

Why you act sadity?
Why you act sadity?
Why you act sadity?
Why you act sadity?

Damn, look at her, what's your name?
How come I ain't never met you in the game?
You somebody I could have on my side
We could partner in crime, it's just you and I

The problem is that you're just a b***
I couldn't trust you as far as you can sit and piss
Look, b***, I know you got bank
You're actin' rude, and your attitude is stank

But that *** won't work with me
Uncle Too $hort or D A Z
See I'm bangin' to Lil Jon
When this dumb pretty b*** turned my radio off

Had a n*** so pissed off
So I laid right back and let her eat my d*** off
Yeah, b***, I'm talkin' to you
Stop actin' high sadity b***, chill be cool

See I don't, know why, you act so sadity
You're super bad, bad but your a*** ain't pretty
Show me your a***, girl, then show me yo' ***
Too $hort, Lil Jon and Pound get wit it

You got money in your purse, girl
Shake that a***, make it work, girl
Tryin to shake it 'til it hurt, girl
I'm finna check yo' a***

Lil' bad-a*** b*** came through with her clique
They all look good, I'm like who would I pick
When they walk past me, I do 'em like this
Grab that a***, let her feel on my d***

Actin' fake sadity and stuck up
Sittin' next to her, she holla, ?Get the f*** up?
You ain't never too cute to get slapped
Yo' s*** gon' change when you get with a mack

You can't hold back when you f*** with me
Don't let me find out that you're just a tease
Don't let me find out you won't suck my b***
B*** like that, I don't f*** with y'all

I f*** with bad b***, my girls do it all
I ain't gotta finance trips to the mall
Tell that fine-a*** b*** I'm Todd Shaw
As I stick my d*** in her jaw

See I don't, know why, you act so sadity
You're super bad, bad but your a*** ain't pretty
Show me your a***, girl, then show me yo' ***
Too $hort, Lil Jon and Pound get wit it

Why you act sadity?
Why you act sadity?
Why you act sadity?
Why you act sadity?