| 作曲 : Battlecat, Domino | |
| Now young bitches got it goin' on and here's a new thing | |
| She looks of twenty-one but she's under eighteen | |
| Now picture a man with a plan, what's he gonna do? | |
| She's only sixteen but looks twenty-two | |
| And age isn't a factor 'cause she's fine to the dude | |
| And plus she's built like a truck there must be somethin' in her food | |
| Or her water because she's somebody's daughter | |
| Who's attractive to a son as well their father's | |
| And they know this, that ass sticks with us | |
| And like my homie told me once she's quite bootylicious | |
| Watch your mouth drop with them dubs that she threw on | |
| Dandy like candy, so you can get your chew on | |
| What'cha wanna do, what'cha gonna do | |
| When you find out that she's far from twenty-two? | |
| Yo, it's not the same G when you game G | |
| With the dames drop a line like this before you do | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| What's up with these bitches tryin' to play us like a fool? | |
| Lookin' of age real proper but just enrollin' in high school | |
| I'm callin' 'em collard greens 'cause they're corn bread fed | |
| Runnin' more game than what your homie Simon said | |
| Yo what is this, new statistic? | |
| Went from pants and Vaseline to short skirts and lipstick | |
| You ask who to blame, I don't know but I'ma | |
| Take it upon myself and blame it on they mama | |
| For beatin' that ass with a baseball bat | |
| Swole it all up now it's proper and fat | |
| Fed 'em attitudes, Big Macs and mile | |
| Leave 'em all alone and it's on in the jilt | |
| Or the house 'cause that's where they open up they mouth | |
| So in the day she's a child, at night she's an adult | |
| And Diggity Domino I like to ride it like a tractor | |
| But there's a question at hand because that age is a factor | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| There was a man named Bill, on a Saturday night he went to a club | |
| And read a sign before he entered it sayin', "Eighteen and up" | |
| But we know that's just a game for the man that's runnin' | |
| Thangs 'cause he's lettin' all the fly bitches come in | |
| Regardless of the age and shit | |
| But since this story's about Bill let's get back to it | |
| Bill met a collard green, she looks mean | |
| Ran a little game, now she's on the team | |
| You know what comes next, took her to the snooty | |
| Treated her like a salad, tossed up the booty | |
| Bill played it wrong and he got lazy | |
| No protection, guess what, oopsy daisy | |
| Now baby's pregnant 'cause Bill neglected | |
| To be protected, now he's arrested | |
| One year under eighteen and you're through | |
| So if you're game drop a line like this before you do | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me |
| zuo qu : Battlecat, Domino | |
| Now young bitches got it goin' on and here' s a new thing | |
| She looks of twentyone but she' s under eighteen | |
| Now picture a man with a plan, what' s he gonna do? | |
| She' s only sixteen but looks twentytwo | |
| And age isn' t a factor ' cause she' s fine to the dude | |
| And plus she' s built like a truck there must be somethin' in her food | |
| Or her water because she' s somebody' s daughter | |
| Who' s attractive to a son as well their father' s | |
| And they know this, that ass sticks with us | |
| And like my homie told me once she' s quite bootylicious | |
| Watch your mouth drop with them dubs that she threw on | |
| Dandy like candy, so you can get your chew on | |
| What' cha wanna do, what' cha gonna do | |
| When you find out that she' s far from twentytwo? | |
| Yo, it' s not the same G when you game G | |
| With the dames drop a line like this before you do | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| What' s up with these bitches tryin' to play us like a fool? | |
| Lookin' of age real proper but just enrollin' in high school | |
| I' m callin' ' em collard greens ' cause they' re corn bread fed | |
| Runnin' more game than what your homie Simon said | |
| Yo what is this, new statistic? | |
| Went from pants and Vaseline to short skirts and lipstick | |
| You ask who to blame, I don' t know but I' ma | |
| Take it upon myself and blame it on they mama | |
| For beatin' that ass with a baseball bat | |
| Swole it all up now it' s proper and fat | |
| Fed ' em attitudes, Big Macs and mile | |
| Leave ' em all alone and it' s on in the jilt | |
| Or the house ' cause that' s where they open up they mouth | |
| So in the day she' s a child, at night she' s an adult | |
| And Diggity Domino I like to ride it like a tractor | |
| But there' s a question at hand because that age is a factor | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| There was a man named Bill, on a Saturday night he went to a club | |
| And read a sign before he entered it sayin', " Eighteen and up" | |
| But we know that' s just a game for the man that' s runnin' | |
| Thangs ' cause he' s lettin' all the fly bitches come in | |
| Regardless of the age and shit | |
| But since this story' s about Bill let' s get back to it | |
| Bill met a collard green, she looks mean | |
| Ran a little game, now she' s on the team | |
| You know what comes next, took her to the snooty | |
| Treated her like a salad, tossed up the booty | |
| Bill played it wrong and he got lazy | |
| No protection, guess what, oopsy daisy | |
| Now baby' s pregnant ' cause Bill neglected | |
| To be protected, now he' s arrested | |
| One year under eighteen and you' re through | |
| So if you' re game drop a line like this before you do | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me |
| zuò qǔ : Battlecat, Domino | |
| Now young bitches got it goin' on and here' s a new thing | |
| She looks of twentyone but she' s under eighteen | |
| Now picture a man with a plan, what' s he gonna do? | |
| She' s only sixteen but looks twentytwo | |
| And age isn' t a factor ' cause she' s fine to the dude | |
| And plus she' s built like a truck there must be somethin' in her food | |
| Or her water because she' s somebody' s daughter | |
| Who' s attractive to a son as well their father' s | |
| And they know this, that ass sticks with us | |
| And like my homie told me once she' s quite bootylicious | |
| Watch your mouth drop with them dubs that she threw on | |
| Dandy like candy, so you can get your chew on | |
| What' cha wanna do, what' cha gonna do | |
| When you find out that she' s far from twentytwo? | |
| Yo, it' s not the same G when you game G | |
| With the dames drop a line like this before you do | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| What' s up with these bitches tryin' to play us like a fool? | |
| Lookin' of age real proper but just enrollin' in high school | |
| I' m callin' ' em collard greens ' cause they' re corn bread fed | |
| Runnin' more game than what your homie Simon said | |
| Yo what is this, new statistic? | |
| Went from pants and Vaseline to short skirts and lipstick | |
| You ask who to blame, I don' t know but I' ma | |
| Take it upon myself and blame it on they mama | |
| For beatin' that ass with a baseball bat | |
| Swole it all up now it' s proper and fat | |
| Fed ' em attitudes, Big Macs and mile | |
| Leave ' em all alone and it' s on in the jilt | |
| Or the house ' cause that' s where they open up they mouth | |
| So in the day she' s a child, at night she' s an adult | |
| And Diggity Domino I like to ride it like a tractor | |
| But there' s a question at hand because that age is a factor | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| There was a man named Bill, on a Saturday night he went to a club | |
| And read a sign before he entered it sayin', " Eighteen and up" | |
| But we know that' s just a game for the man that' s runnin' | |
| Thangs ' cause he' s lettin' all the fly bitches come in | |
| Regardless of the age and shit | |
| But since this story' s about Bill let' s get back to it | |
| Bill met a collard green, she looks mean | |
| Ran a little game, now she' s on the team | |
| You know what comes next, took her to the snooty | |
| Treated her like a salad, tossed up the booty | |
| Bill played it wrong and he got lazy | |
| No protection, guess what, oopsy daisy | |
| Now baby' s pregnant ' cause Bill neglected | |
| To be protected, now he' s arrested | |
| One year under eighteen and you' re through | |
| So if you' re game drop a line like this before you do | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me | |
| Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me |
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