Would You Know
[Chorus: The Notorious BIG sample]
Ask you what your interests are
Who you be with
(Would you know, would you know, would you know)
Things that make you smile
What number to dial
Ask you what your interests are
Who you be with
(Would you know, would you know, would you know)
Things that make you smile
What number to dial
[Verse 1]
See, I'm like hostile
Senile
But but but all about my mail
Make a hoe gets down and dirty just like some Freaky Tales
You see I tag a hoe just like I tag a taser
Amaze her
Split her ass just like a fuckin' razor
You gotta know the game just like you know a strategy
And dick her
Satisfy her hunger just like a Snicker
And pick her
Pockеts like a nose becausе hoes know the fuckin' deal
That's why you gotta be real
And be for real about the kill
How you gon let your nigga borrow 50 bucks and won't let him borrow your bitch?
You better start thinking bout the game 'fore you start think about gettin' rich
Dog chases cats
And cat chases mouses
Like a nigga chase a bitch
And bitches chases ounces
Recognize game or just take notes from my nigga Dug
Or just step into a club
Thinking bout that bitch with yo mean mug
Closed mouths don't get fed (like that)
You better have insurance like Club Med
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[Verse 2]
I'll have these hoes like Pirellis - tired
Expired
Just like some spoiled milk
And then I have they ass on tilt
Like a video game
Turn them out
Spell my name
Then I make a Trojan change
And come back and do the same
'Cause
Nowadays hoes just givin' up the fuckin' ass
Ain't no fuckin' questions
Now niggas want the dick to last
Everyday
Come and play
Then they ask to get paid
Expectin' you to dish it out
When the fuckin' work is safe
But I'm like that group called Brownstone
I'll say "show it, prove it, do it"
Then I'll turn the pockets to tunnels and I run right through em
Askin' me do I Got 5 On It
Bitch, you's a Luni
I'm a G, you wanna dive on it
And if you lucky, bitch, you can even get a backstage pass
But you'll leave that backstage fast
If it ain't no backstage ass
'Cause I can spot a groupie from a fuckin' mile away
Tryna peep on your grip and this is what they say-
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[Verse 3]
I was into a hoe named Linda
Put on my agenda 'cause she was jockin'
I wasn't lookin' at her ass no more, I was lookin' at her pockets
I had to "Smack it, flip it, rub it down"
She was a tough cookie
A Goldberg and she wanted to make Whoopi
[?]
Gotta crawl before you walk hoe
I wanna know where the money's at
And you wanna know Where's Waldo? (So jaws, hoe)
Bitches support my need
Might buy me some clothes or maybe a hoe to buy me some dank weed
I'm knowin' you're just a [?]
[Verse 4]
I'm like a set of bad directions - keepin' hoes mislead
Call that bitch Bruce Angle 'cause she [?]
'Cause like paper, bitch
The message like...written all over yo face
Claimin' you's vegetarian but this meat you gon' like taste
But with this type of dick, they don't wanna see me
Dick's not Big Poppa but Notorious for B.I.G
So trick when you grab this dick, you gon' work a lot
'Cause it's just like Cascade - known to hit all the spots (bitch)
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