作词 : Barnett, Blake, Lewis ...

 Pussy ain't nuthin' but a hole
 And most bitches ain't nothing but hoes
 So what I'm gonna do right here
 Is kick it to the man left rear (Run that shit)
 And a one and a two and a three
 And you got the nigga AMG
 And a four and a five and a six
 On my left hand side is DJ Quik
 We got 2nd II None in the house
 We got my man Hi-C in the house
 And all the niggas who disapprove
 Ya tryin to bust a move
 You can get a dick in ya mouth
 Yo, you can't fuck wit a nigga, I'm holdin my piece
 I'm bailin down to 'crans with my Khakis creased
 A link on my neck and a bitch on my dick, so
 I put a beeper card on a bitch front window
 I'm that nigga who can serve it well
 Then bloody up the sheets at a raunchy motel
 Yeah I'mma treat ya, 'cause I'm a feed ya
 Take you to McDonald's then I leave ya
 Live, via satellite on Rosecrans and Aranbe
 We got my boy DJ Quik in the house
 And he's gonna take you on a mission
 And show you how the real jackers jack, nigga
 Yeah, and now I'm takin' off my belt so I can sag
 I keep the 44 Mag in a duffle bag
 And in the G-ride I'm rollin' in the rain
 And don't let me catch you slippin' on the turning lane
 I creep up to your quarter panel and I pause
 Whip out the 4 up to your nose
 And make you shit your drawers
 Now I don't want your money or your hoes
 No, all I want is your muthafuckin 'renzo's
 Now, let's take a ride down to 'crans
 I'm rollin with a muthafucka with doodoo in his pants
 And a nigga like you can get me work
 Because I know you got them birdies that don't chirp
 Aww, too bad you didn't make it to your .9
 So forget about your Fin-O 'cause it's mine
 And to you niggas that be trippin,
 Watch your trunk and don't be slippin
 'Cause the Quik will take your hoopty every time,
 Mthafucka
 Once again it's the muthafuckin D
 You wanna be my bitch, well you gotta pay a fee
 You wanna get quoted, get your ass in the circle
 We'll whoop your ass nigga 'til your eye turn purple
 (Ayo, Craw...)
 My name is the Craw, the C-R-A-W-F-O-R-D
 The poet Hi-C
 I got your fat pregnant bitch in my waterbed
 And I'm about to bust a nut on your little baby's head
 The shit you be talking, I label it "caca"
 Move your fat ass, and pass the vodka
 Pour half a cup, fill it up with Socco
 Bitches try and trip, you might get socked, ho
 "I love you, though," that's what I'm screamin'
 Just to get some pussy, I'll be fiendin'
 Boyfriend always talking 'bout doggystyle
 Wait a while, I can do it froggystyle
 (Stop that darn cussing,
 My children are listening)
 Eat a dick, ya bitch