Lyrics:

f/ Tray Deee



Intro: Snoop Dogg

Yeah man, let me holla at my nephew Tray-Deee

Nephew, I can't believe these motherfucking stupid ass bitches man

I done told em time and time and time again

Well I guess they don't hear me

So uh, why don't you let me know

Matter fact let them know how you feel about these motherfucking hoes



[Verse 1]

I can't explain how I came 'cross the game I got

More likely from parlayin with these thangs alot

Be on the gangsters jocks, soon as they spot that you clockin

These snakes'll plot, and then be all in your pockets

Droppin little hints 'bout they rents and bills

When you tell em you can't help em wanna twist they grills

Like you owe em once you show em that you're interested

When they knowin you be wantin just to hit and dig

I aint got shit to give, but hard dick and conversation

And talkin end, when I commit the penetration

I toss at them, if it was proper we could kick it

When we cross again, but you know aint no commitment

I want ya when I need ya, and that's the procedure

I call you and fall through, strictly at leisure

And only keep ya, until you start to cost me

Then I reverse the game til ya back up off me

Kill em softly



HOOK 1:

Bitches aint shit, I said it before, and I say it again, Tray Deee

Bitches aint shit, they only fuckin with your homies

Cuz they know you got a grip

Bitches aint shit, I said it before, and I'ma say it again, Tray-Deee

Bitches aint shit, they only fuckin with your homies

Cuz they know you got a grip



[Tray Deee talking over HOOK]

I done peeped these knucleheads all ?? dogg

These bitches on the gold rush

This aint 1849 quit that pan handling hoe

This '99, you tryin to get yours, but I need all mine

You knowhatimsayin?



[Verse 2]

I keep the energy caught her eyein me down

Back when she first started hangin around

In Long Beach got real deep on some real G sex

So you got served bitch now what's next

I ride on the side while we slide in my broom

Old goons can't get with the ?foon?

Naw I'm on another level, let's get in your shit

Blowin herb while we swerve and we spend your chips

Drain me and take me to the finest spots

Out the dinin shop and buy me diamond rocks

It's a privilege to get the dick and fuck wit me

Knowin the whole way I roll is in luxury

I'm a major type of player out for ruling the game

Every line I design is for schoolin a dame

When I approach I let 'em know it's all money and sex

But I gotta be blessed before we make 'em connect



HOOK 2: Snoop Dogg and Tray Dee overlap

I check a bitch as quick as Goldie the mac

And keep them quarter sacks and holdin my straps

I only want what's in the middle of they laps

And plus I hump before I get 'em for they snaps

(repeat)





[Verse 3]

I can't conceive spendin cheese just to please a broad

When eventually intentions be to leave 'em all

In the minus, no matter if they the finest

Then recognize the price come with rollin with riders

You can't expect to step up in my company

And we just fuck for free, and you not touchin me

With some fine ass why chance gettin involved

And be callin me a dogg after hittin them draws

I'm out to ball, so keep all emotions in check

And don't be tryin to test what you're sure to regret

Thinkin you gon be sinkin up inside my profits

Bitch you got twist but you needs to stop it

I'm cold on the hold like the frozen snow

For my dough unless we both tryin to make it grow

I think you know, my bank be mo', than us kickin it

What's mine is mine, but what's yours we splittin it



HOOK 1

[Tray Deee over HOOK 1]

I got three questions for a bitch though

Where mines at, what's takin you so long to kick it in

And how long this gon take you to get me some more hoes

You know...