{It`s two a.m. in the morning and it light showers
And you`re probably hookin` up with that girl
That`s been, two-wayin` you all week
Her baby, Daddy`s out of town so, you can f**k around
It`s okay to check in that Motel 6, $59.95
Not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho
Yeah, stop by that convenience store
And pick up them rubbers magnum I hope
This is Faizon Love and I love hoes
I just don`t pay `em}

Cut up, know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout `em
Get that cut up, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout `em

I`m kinda hopin` that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C.
So later on we`ll be rollin`
Drop-tops I`m hittin yo` hot spots I`m top notch
My ni**az never listen but I told `em
When I catch you at the game runnin` game at the A.U.C.
That later on we`d be bonin`
Fat cats I`m ready to tap that so back that
No wonder why you wakin` up swollen

I`m feelin` you Luda`, smokin` my Buddha, coochie recruiter
Comin` at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast
Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash
On the back and leave it drippin` down the crack of her ass
Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin` booty soft as silly putty
Killin` for money, still a thug get bump from some pokin`
And locomotion hittin` bunnies for threesome getcha buddy
When I`m feelin` sc**my I love to cut

Tan skin so, butter soft I`m rippin` the buttons off yo` blouse
Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I`m in yo` house
Check the ratio of men to women
And women to men when down south
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo` mouth
So we love that

C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout `em
Get that cut up, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout `em

Now I got the feelin` we can cut the hell out each other
And I hope we be the same thang freaks
We can get the mattress goin`
Handlin` business while I bang bang skeet
Wash the dick off and kick off another session again
I can break `em off in the shower, kitchen flo` or the outdoors
The pieces from the East is the s**t
And the flesh in the West is the best
But Twista love them Chicago and South hoes

Come up out yo`, negligee, freak `em on a regular day
C** six times but it`s seven today
Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet
What`s my name?
So magical I come and touch the game
You motherf**kers really lust to gain
Nothin` but hatin` and a look of disgust
So it`s must, stay Adrenaline Rush
Wonderin` why they don`t be bustin` the same

I`m clutchin` my thang
Stuffin` in it, strokin` it down, beat the stuff up
Shorty, don`t run from it
She give me the booty I`m breakin` it off
I can tell a stab by the way that she walk
Fatty flickin` like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get `em out the gator high heels
Pullin` rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag
Wanna smoke `dro I got a bag, take a proper drag befo` I tap it
I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that

C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout `em
Get that cut up, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout `em

Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the bathtub
Makin` you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs
It`s killin` me thinkin` about the bottles that pop
The models that swallow willin`, up under my pillow stayin` strapped up
If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape
So give me the rope you gettin` wrapped up
Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I`m fresh and fruity
Ya duty`s to figure the booty`s gettin` slapped up

I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push `em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a video
But I got the radio bumpin` Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
Come on and dip up through the hideout with Twist`
But after we do what we gon` do getcha purse and get together
Because now you gots to ride out bitch

Oh `Cris, can you do it again? That`s what they askin` me
Hit skins, causin` catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my family
Sip gin, fulfillin` yo` fantasies
In yo condition I`m wishin` you`ll take a lickin`
And keep on tickin` from thicker thighs
Finger lickin` never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes
And you can tell she`s a figure five, so we love that

C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout `em
Get that cut up, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout `em

Cut up, gettin` brains in the Range
We love to cut up `cause we like them freaky thangs
I like it when you let me try, anythang
`Cause girl I ain`t got nothin` but time
Let a ni**a get a little cut up girl
Cut up, gettin` brains in the Range
We love to cut up `cause we like them freaky thangs
I like it when you let me try, anythang
`Cause girl I ain`t got nothin` but time
Let a ni**a get a little cut up girl

I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy
Where the royal penis is clean, yo` majesty
Can it be, Sheila E, Appolonia, Vanity, all mad at me?
I`m the Prince dick of insanity
I`m good lovin`, body-rockin`, knockin` boots all night long
We not stoppin`, I don`t care if the kids watchin`
I stir it like motherf**kin` coffee and brown sugar
Girls dem sugar, world class lover, Kamasutra, porno music producer
Tally whacker is a rock hard storm trooper with a purple helmet
Made for crushin` pink cookies
Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies
And fat women because they need love too
So go on big girl, whatchu gon` do?