Lyrics:

F/ devin the dude, snoop dogg

[answering machine girl]
Hi baby
I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all
And I do understand
You have no idea how much I understand
But you also don't have any idea how much I love you
I love you so much
I think about you I feel you in my arms
I miss you.. I miss you terribly
I've just always wanted someone like you in my life
I love you so much; that I'd do anything
I'd do anything
I'll be your perfect woman for you

[dr. dre]
I just wanna f*** bad bi***es
All them nights I never had bi***es
Now I'm all up in that ass bi***es
Mad at 'cha boyfriend, ain't 'cha?
You'se a bad girl, gotta spank ya
Gotta thank ya for that head clinic
Explicit, hella photogenic
And tell your friends where the d***'s at
Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soulmate
Before you kiss 'em use colgate
'she swallowed it!' yeah the bi*** took the whole eight
And ran with it, then let mel-man hit it
And hit the man hit it; damn bi***es
Man, this is what I'm talkin about
Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a d*** in your mouth
Out and about with your nigga like it never took place
(airtouched) next time you need a taste

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I just wanna f*** you
No touchin and rubbin gul, you got a husband who
Loves.. you..
Don't need you all in mine
I just wanna f*** you
We can't be kissin and huggin gul, you got a husband who
Loves.. you..
You need to give him your quality time

[devin the dude]
You got the number, it's on you to make the call
You know I cum quick; help you re-decorate your walls
Cut your backyard, don't have to act hard to get the c***
And if I'm goin too far, I take it out and wipe it off
And put it back up, and keep going
You tryin to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin
That your p****'s been tampered with
Did you show him the new trick of how you can make it smoke a cancer stick
You be workin it like a dancer bi***, it's hard on me
Not to give you all of my time, that you wanted
You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed
I'd rather spend my mornin diggin through some records instead
But, tonight, I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases
Hookup somewhere and exchange some 'f*** faces'
I know your man's lookin for ya, he's always tryin to run ya
Don't worry bout me handcuffin gul cause I just wanna f*** witchu

[snoop dogg]
.. f*** witchu
On the sneak tip, on some creep sh**
So whatcha gon' do, ya freak bi***?
You, actin, like you, don't, do, d***s
That's the kinda bi*** I hate f***in wit
Baby was a virgin, that's what she said
So I gave her some hennesey, she gave me some head
I f***ed her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed
Then lil' 1/2 dead put his d*** on her head
Take that bi*** home, and give her a bone
And give her the number to my cellular phone
Man, she blowin up my pager, the sh**'s gettin major
A favor for a favor, this d*** is what I gave her
Somethin to go by, and bi***es know why
Stuff d*** in they mouth, and then I'm out (see-ya!)
Twenty-fo' seven, dre, snoop, and devin
We servin' these hoes, and never lovin these hoes, beotch!

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