Be Gone

[Chorus x3: Sung]

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone

Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'

[Mannie Fresh]

He told me number three was cheap

Wit a chick, wit a stick, yeah them girls be freakin'

Checkin' in motels every other weekend

Say brah I can't picture lil' one eatin'

Boy you ain't know fo' sho' she creepin'

While she been tellin' me dog, she goin' to meetings

Meeting Kitty wit her mouth

That's what yo' chick 'bout

Man, pass me my asthma pump, put lil' one out

Sometimes I be likin' when seenin' chicks dykin'

Pissin' on each other, mud wrestling, and fightin'

Hair everywhere, sratchin' and bitin'

Pass me my asthma pump again man, this shit exciting

I be like, "let's get jumped" like a game of checkers

And I done cheat more chicks, than Nelly sold records

E.I, C.I, turn a chick out

Then give it to another chick and leave it up in her mouth

[Chorus x2: Sung]

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone

Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'

[Baby]

There's a story about a bitch named Sally

A hot girl, lived in that rat-hoe alley

She stayed sharp, stayed rockin' Balance

And a fat pussy, laid down in the Cadi'

Back of the seat or back of the Palace

I'm a Hot Boy it really don't matter

My brother K.C plays them tellers

That'll jump off, hit a stepper, whatever

Michael Kipper, James Peter got a big better

Dick gotta a bitch in Miami a dick-sweater

Like Delores from A.T.L, "The Freak of the Week"

She did me, Slim, Joe, and Tiki

I don't care, bitch just ride

Shake yo' pussy, and shake yo' thigh

Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, it's time to ride

Baby girl lookin' at me like she surprise

[Chorus x2: Sung]

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone

Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'

[Mannie Fresh]

Let me tell you about another one of my lovers

I caught the ignorant chick pokin' holes in rubbers

Talkin' 'bout she late, sorry no wait

Girl you fucked me, Mike Tyson, and O.J

[Baby]

These hoes be pullin' they raw tactics

Baby makin' and jaw-jackin'

Mami suck dick like a lowrider

Ooh-wee, don't stop her

[Mannie Fresh]

Thinkin' that I'ma claim that baby

Girl you coo-coo, stupid, dumb, and crazy

His eyes green, and his hair wavy

Thought you had me huh?, got me, playin' me

[Baby]

She movin' like a nigga hittin' switches

But I bet I'd hit that old shitty

She a popper, H.G non-stopper

She from Uptown, baby girl don't knock her

[Chorus: till end] [Sung]

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone

Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'

[Mannie Fresh: over chorus] [Talking]

Nah shawty, don't cry now

Get them old ass iron skates you left up under the bed

And them old ass pro cases that you had, and all them beta tapes

And get your old ass beeper

You know that beeper that look like a garage opener

The one that you had, get that shit up out my drawer

And get on out of here

Yeah you got to leave, got to go

Get that rat coat, that old ass coat that you said was a mink

Shit ain't nothin' but a big ass nutria rat

Oh yeah, and get your cell phone

That big ass cell phone wit the car battery hooked up to it

The one that be causin' Cancer, you know that big ass

Football you wear on your face, hurtin' and shit

Get your old ass cell phone

And get them Chic Jeans, that Jamaica Joe shirt, and

Them Hearochees that yo' ass was wearing when you came here

And them big fake ass "Salt-N-Peppa" earrings

You know them earrings Salt-N-Peppa had in the 80's

You better get them bitches up outta here too

And get them footy socks, the ones wit the balls in the back

That's yours too, you need to get that, get on outta here

You know what i'm sayin', I use to love you, I don't love you no more

Don't like you no more, none of that, you know what I'm sayin'

And get your Cutlass keys

Get your old ass Cutlass, the one that we parked off the block

You know what I'm sayin', 'cause I didn't want it in my driveway

'Cause it was leakin' oil

Get your old ass Cutlass key's and get in your Cutlass and ride out

Yeah, you hood roach, you ain't even a rat, you a roach

Yeah!