(chorus)
  Ho upset Mac Dre come through
  (She told a nigga to come through)
  Let me whoop this puss on you
  (You can't whoop that puss on me)
  Ain't no ho puss worth my life
  (Ain't no puss worth my life)
  I ain't know this ho was shyst
  (I didn't know the ho was shyst)
  
  (verse 1)
  
  I met her on a Thursday at the DMV
  She was payin' registration I was tryin' to get an I.D.
  Didn't trip 'til she talked intellectual
  And the way she moved was hella sexual
  I threw bait, strictly experimental
  Dropped my pencil made it look accidental
  She bit quick like a big mouth bass
  And when she picked up my pencil all I saw was ass
  I said what's your name, she said my name's LaShawn
  I said excuse my ebonics, but baby you the bomb!
  She smiled, told me I was far from ugly
  Asked me how I was doin', I said lav lav lovely
  Looked at my watch, said my schedule's tight
  But if you give up the number I'll call your ass tonight
  Right
  She was with it and gave up the digits
  And when I called later on she said come visit
  
  (chorus)
  
  (verse 2)
  
  Who is it? She said when I knocked on the door
  I said it's young M D, oh you ain't knowin'
  Stepped inside and I can tell from a distance
  She was burning scented candles and maybe even incence
  Boy I tell ya she was in the mood
  She said I hope your hungry cause I cooked up some food
  She lit the fireplace threw on a love ballad
  Before the main course we ate shrimps and salad
  We talked for a while and drinked Zinfandel
  She had ass like ten games of big pin the tail
  On the donkey
  Chocolate, opposite from honkey
  All I can think about is hittin' that monkey
  
  (chorus)
  
  (verse 3)
  
  She was diggin' your folks, boy I could tell
  How she served fat steaks and big lobster tail
  On the first visit
  Everything exquisite
  The door bell rang she didn't ask who is it
  She must've knew dude, cause she gave some cash
  He kicked down a twomp sack and a fat gram of hash
  We smashed
  We turn joints to dubees
  She eightysixed the music and pull out three movies
  Mohogany
  The Mack
  Baby Got Back
  She said, I'll be right back
  Roll the rest of that sack
  I rolled the weed up
  Then I kicked my feet up
  Then two niggas came in with masks all G'd up
  The plot thickens
  I'm slippin' like a mutherfucka
  Mopped and chopped and gettin' treated like a sucka
  Five minutes ago I was feelin' fuck great
  But now I'm gagged up wrapped in duct tape
  They choke me
  Broke me
  And dropped me off on the bridge
  And all I can think about was killin' that bitch
  My worst mistake
  Fuckin' with a snake
  How a playa gonna fall for that Fortytwo Fake?
  That Fortytwo Fake
  
  (chorus to end)