Curious George

Yo. why these bitches in the game gettin' serious for?
I was just playin' when I said you look like Curious George...
I mean, I was in the SL, ice on the bezel;
I ain’t mad at you, lil' mama, you a sketel...
I’m a winner - you that thing that start with a "es-L",
Rhyme with a cruiser, end with a "R-ruh"
Yup, you're a loser, I am a super-starra...
F.A.B.O., I do it like Toccarra... (F.A.B.O.!)
'Cause ya'll some dylon hoes,
Try to fuck up my band, I fuck with nylon hoes...
I got the pumps and the bumps, the pumps in the trunks,
In case I gotta spaz, and blast you muddacunts (BLAA!)
I had to laugh at dat one - Bitch get outta line, I’ma slap the fat one (Oh!)
I’m such a maniac - Where Wayne at? I’m tryna get some brianiac... (OH!)
I gets down like when niggas is shootin';
Mami, I style wild like wen niggas is lootin'...
Hoes is mad cause hoes is losin';
They do a lot of walkin', I do a lot of crusin'...
Put the top in the back of the trunk,
Take off my shoe, slap a bitch with the back of the pump...
I ain’t never had a problem givin' bitches the business;
Pop bitches in the eye like I finish my spinach...
I'ma New York broad, spend chips in The Village;
Hopped out the yellow cab... Oops! The yellow Jag...
Wha? Girls don’t like me, guess it’s the swagger;
Don’t talk to me 'bout "Chick's got skills..." (No.)
She's alright, but she's not real;
Listen big homie, I’m that deal...
I say I body bitches, means that bitch got killed;
Ridin' the bass line like I’m 'Quille O’Neal...
Now how many bitches do it take to knock me down?
You know bitches gon' hate,
But I don’t give a FLUCK who you bodied on tape;
I’m into movin' weight, mami, in and out of state, let’s get it now...
Now how many bitches do it take to knock me down?
You know bitches gon' hate,
But I don’t give a FLUCK who you bodied on tape;
I’m into movin' weight, mami, in and out of state, let’s get it now...