It's two a.m. in the morning and it,
Light showers and you're probably hooking up with that girl
That's been, two-waying you all week.
Her baby daddy's out Of town so, you can fuck around.
It's okay to check in That Motel 6. $59.95,
Not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho.
Yeah, stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers,
Magnum I hope, this is Phazon Love and, I love hoes.
I just don't pay 'em!
[Chorus: Jagged Edge]
Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky things, we be bout 'em
Get that cut up! Oh-whoo, cut up
Freaky things, we be bout 'em
I'm kinda hoping that maybe you want to kick it in the L.A.C.
So later on we'll be rolling
Drop-tops I'm hitting yo' hot spots I'm top notch
My niggas never listen but I told 'em
When I catch you at the game running game at the A.U.C.
That later on we'd be boning
Fat cats I'm ready to tap that so back that
No wonder why you waking up up swollen
I'm you Luda', smoking my Buddha, coochie recruiter
Coming at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast
Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash
On the back and leave it dripping down the crack of her ass
Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasing booty sucker silly puddy
Killing for money, still a thug get bump, from some poking
And locomotion hitting bunnies, for threesome get ya buddy
When I'm feeling scummy I love to cut
Tan skin so, butter soft I'm ripping the buttons off yo', blouse
Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo', house
Check the ratio of men to women and women to men when down, south
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo', mouth
So we love that k-k-k-k
Now I got the feeling we can cut the hell out each other
And I hope we be the same thing, freaks
We can get the mattress going eh-err, eh-err
Handling business while I bang bang, skeet
Wash the dick off and kick off another session again
I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors
The pieces from the East is the shit
And the flesh in the West is the best
But Twista love them Chicago and South hoes
Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day
Cum six times, but it's seven today
Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet
Ahh, ahh! What's my name?
So magical I come and touch the game
You motherfuckers really lust to gain
Nothing but hating and a look of disgust
So it's must, stay "Adrenaline Rush"
Wondering why they don't be busting the same
I'm clutching my thing,
Stuffing in it, stroking it down, beat the stuff up
Uh-uh shorty, don't run from it
She give me the booty I'm breaking it off
I can tell a stab by the way that she walk
Fatty flicking like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
Pulling rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag
Want to smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag before I tap it
I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that k-k-k-k
Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the bathtub
Making you stutter from the B-body butters and backrubs
It's killing me thinking about the bottles that pop
The models that swallow willing, up under my pillow staying strapped up
If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape
So give me the rope you getting wrapped up
Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I'm fresh and fruity
Ya duty's to figure the booty's getting slapped up
I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a video
But I got the radio bumping Jagged Edge by the bed
When you want to get up with ya cutty buddy
Come on and dip up through the hideout with Twist'
But after we do what we goin' do get ya purse and get together
Because now you gots to ride out, bitch!
Oh 'Cris, can you, do it again, that's what they asking me
Hit skins, causing catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my family
Sip gin, fulfilling yo' fantasies
In yo condition I'm wishing you'll take a licking
And keep on ticking from thicker thighs
Finger licking never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes
And you can tell she's a figure five, so we love that k-k-k-k
[Jagged Edge: x2]
Cut up, getting brains, in the Range
We love to cut up cause we like them freaky things
I like it when you let me try, anything
Cause girl I ain't got nothing but time
Let a nigga get a little cut up girl
I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy,
Where the royal penis is clean, yo' majesty. Can it be,
Sheila E, Appolonia, Vanity, all mad at me? I'm the
Prince dick of insanity. I'm good loving, body-rocking,
Knocking boots all night long, we not stopping.
I don't care if the kids watching, I stir it like motherfucking
Coffee and brown sugar. Girls them sugar. World class lover.
Kama sutra, porno music producer. Tallywhacker is a rock hard
Storm trooper with a purple helmet, made for crushing
Pink cookies. Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies,
And fat women, because they need love too.
So go on big girl, what you gon' do?
Autor(es): Bridges, Christopher Brian / Casey, Brian D / Casey, Brandon D / Crawford, Shondrae L / Hayes, Tony / Mitchell, Carl Terrell / Norman, Kyle / Wings, Richard