[Intro]
\nAwww yeah, welcome back to Battle of the Sexes Radio
\nWhere it is 12:45 in the A.M. and Disturbing Tha Peace is our in-studio guest
\nOur hotline is lit the fuck up with people with relationship issues
\nCaller number one, you're on the air
\n
\nYeah man, y'all tell me if I'm crazy cause this girl in here trippin
\nY'knowmsayin? I'm a real man, I take care of her
\nI take care of my kids, I pay all my bills
\nI mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side
\nY'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? So how can I break this down to her?
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\nLudacris, how do you feel about this particular situation?
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\n[Verse 1: Ludacris]
\nYeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks
\nBut don't call me after midnight, unless we havin sex
\nDon't ever assume nothin, a man gon' be a man
\nA groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan
\nThese tricks gon' keep trickin' so hustlers gon' keep hustlin
\nLong as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin
\nSo don't be all up in my phone replying to women's pages
\nI thought your momma told you, you should never talk to strangers
\nDon't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to
\nStop poppin off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you
\nHandle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue
\nHalf of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you
\nAnd that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you
\nAnd if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do
\nRun along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to
\nThen your name will follow with, Ay! Whatever Happened To..?
\n
\n(Exactly, that's just what she need to hear)
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\n[Interlude]
\nYou damn right playa, aight thank you for callin man
\nNext caller
\nYeah I hear you but let's talk about the fake-ass brothers
\nWith the 24's but can't pay the note on they lease
\nAnd my nigga with his iced-out chain
\nBut I can't get him to pay his damn child support
\nThat's why we makin mo' money, ownin our own property and ride just as nice
\nSo now, I guess if we want to, we can bail y'all too now, huh?
\nInteresting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one?
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\n[Verse 2: Shawnna]
\nUhh, yo, get your mind right niggas get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu
\nI'm tired of thinkin to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu
\nI'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do
\nI'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you
\nI've seen yo' type befo', throwin yo' funds all over the flo'
\nHe flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin the fifths and drinkin the Mo'
\nBut what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke
\nAnd back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke
\nThat's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga
\nReal bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga
\nDTP stay in the zone, like we on PCP
\nChrome on the SS, Shawnna blow there recently
\nY'all niggas ain't on my level, I do it so hood
\nPineapple and Belve', we feelin' so good
\nLightning is so wood, I get my own stack
\nThat's why I leave him 200 and never call back
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\n(That's right Shawnna, pussy rule the world!)
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\n[Interlude]
\nYes it does, next caller what's up?
\nMan what's up, this is Marcus
\nI wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women?
\nLike me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit!
\nAll friends callin at 3:30 in the mornin
\nMarcus don't wanna talk about no numbers
\nMarcus wanna talk about that ass, and I ain't havin it!
\nY'all got somebody to talk to these women?
\nCause they need to be TAUGHT!
\nI-20 you better talk to 'em!
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\n[Verse 3: I-20]
\nYo, get your money right ladies, tell the man to get gone
\nBut you don't you show up to my crib with your period on
\nThis is lesson one baby, listen, how should I begin?
\nUm, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend
\nYou're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo'
\nSo don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do'
\nYou all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class
\nBut half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass
\nScreamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt
\nBut who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth?
\nI run the streets, and you trippin I don't make you feel safe
\nI stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space
\nI'm not sayin that it's fair but it's the way that it is
\nAin't no nigga tryin to marry you with four or five kids
\nIt may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart
\nA nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin my part, yeah
\n
\n(Preach my brother, preach! I hope you women out there heard that!)
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\n[Outro]
\nAnd you better believe they did, it's millions of people listening
\nBut that's our show for this evening ladies and gentlemen
\nI gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, alright? (c'mon baby)
\nCheck us same time, same place tomorrow
\n"Battle of the Sexes Radio" signing off
\nGood niiiiight\n\n
