Lyrics:

: Yo, son. Yo, who you calling son?
(Phone dialing)
: Yo I'm about to call uh, shorty wop from uh, the other day that I took out to Tags and shit
: Taking shorty to Tags and shit
: Spent fifteen dollars on shorty
: You playing ass , bitch ass nigga
: Son I took her to see the Whitney Houston joint
: Get the fuck out of here!
: Word is bond
: Yo son, ask if she got a friend son
: Yeah, I'mma see that you know what I'm sayin? I ain't even get my yipes on
: Yo ain't even 8 yet?
: Hell no
: I'm saying, try to get a friend over here
: Let me just see if I can get some
: You always thinking of yourself
: Know what I'm sayin'?
(Phone picks up)
: Hello?
: Hello!?...What's up this Ruck, what's up girl?
: What's up? How you doing?
: I'm saying, what you doing?
: nothing
: Aight, aight, aight I ain't doing nothing neither maybe we can do something? Ya mean?
: Ask if she's got a friend son
: Something like what?
: I'm saying, come through, you know?
I got the trees you know?
Got the fat bootleg joint, you know what I'm saying?
The um, new Jackie Chan joint, I got it on video tape
: Um, word?
: I'm saying come through, you know, you know I got..
Get, you know, you never know what could happen you know what I'm sayin'?
: I don't know...
: You know, we might get, you know, physical
You know I think I'm ready to make that move, you know what I'm saying?
: Yo son, yo son, yo son
: Oh? That's what you want to do?
: Yeah I'm saying like, you know
: 'Why can't we go all the way?'
(Laughter)