Artist: Dr. Ama f/ Haxaw, R.B.I. Album: Sex, Crime & Audiotape Song: Yeah Yeah Typed by: Cno Evil [Hook: R.B.I. (sample)] Gangstas, hustlers, ballers, players Thugs, bangas (yeah, yeah) Mamies, hotties, shorties, honeys Cuties, lovelies (yeah, yeah) Twist it, roll it, light it, blow it Love love, smoke it (yeah, yeah) Hennessy, Grey Goose, Malibu Punk juice, sip it, toast it (yeah, yeah) [R.B.I.] What up Miss Lady, we've been segregated too long Bout to snatch that ass up when they play this song I can see right through them jeans, straight to your thong Remember me? The flyest nigga, at your prom Let me touch that, I wanna feel your heat Feel this beat, keep my business discreet Look like, the kind of woman that can put me to sleep Got the pipe that can stop your leaks, you can't forget Risky, I, sober you up quickly Make you forget, you was even tipsy, I can be Tricky, but I'm not, I'm straight up, alot When I'm straight up, I rub against your spot Hit it til you drop and stop twitching, somebody coming Why every time I tell you to stop, you start pumping Got my hand on your pumpkin, holding you firm Waiting for eruption, and we taking turns Let it burn for my people that's, feeling the shit Just be careful who you deal with, don't waste No time, analyze immediatly Lesson one, from 7 O.D. [Chorus: Haxaw] 7 O.D., we got what you need From the east to the west to the north to the south You know the route, ma, put it in your mid-outh Sexy, mamies, you can roll with me Got bud, blaze it up, L.Q.'s raise it up Tonight, ma, stay and fuck, we got to stay in touch [Haxaw] Ma, this'll only take a sec, I ain't here to small talk you to death I'm feeling you in that dress, and loving your steps A playa just wondering if, you can see through the stress Allow me to bless, what's beautiful in you Capital H, I fill up voids and leave scrapes I wanna fuck, I ain't trynna date, I got enough hate So if not for nothing else, ma, let's just get it straight You looking good enough to eat, won't you give me a taste I'll be gentle wit it, the S.T.S. is all tinted But we can save time and hit one of these stores if you wit it Yeah, I'mma beast when it come to the sweets Catch me in the woods, deep, steady fogging up Jeep Windows, check the indo, after that, I'm falling asleep Fuck if you like it, you can take a hike, bitch, I'm on some life shit I'm living it, you need to try some, or go and buy some [Chorus] [Dr. Ama] This is for the passing me, baby girl, what's it gonna be? Shorty got her eyes on me Plus I'm bout to light the sour die', take it straight to the face My apes in the place got the things just in case I'm bent off the bombay, mami, looking like A niggas next fiancee, ass thick like Beyonce Prop on your poster, kid, fog lights focusing Looking for the opening, shorty quickly closing in I'm noticing a scent, Miami glow, J.Lo Heels Via Vego, this lady bout the pesos (Hey yo) real gangsta, that's how she screamed at me Seemed sassy, nasty for sorry, throwing them jeans at me Whispered in my ear (daddy, listen real clear I'm here to chase away the fear) Said she love it from the rear Rear to the exit, strictly on some sex shit Next weekend, back to the club with the next bitch [Chorus]