� Can I get a refill? � Damn! It's a lot of bitches up in here tonight, boy I'm bout to get drunk Let's go down With a bar in Okay, okie dokie, OBC No more focus, Oboe's got a career And I like your procedure And it's a party in here And I'm ready to talk naughty and Veronica's here She erotic and it's hot, so I Heineken beer Pull her to the side and invite her to cheers Pull up a chair, niggas swear, no drama Prepare for a player, we're working with a monster I ain't got time to waste Let's vacate the place, shed blinds and drapes Grind to your face in a grimy state Concentrate, you'll find that you're bound to gain What we found was fake We can watch two incredible mates Masturbate, watch, settle, or wait Let's escalate to the nearest Super 8 Until your rear is on the mirrors And it's mirror booty cheeks And this is my favorite song I sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some tea And this is my favorite song I sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some tea Okay, holy moly, derriere Look around the club, booty everywhere She caught me staring and my homies daring me To approach Karen, she's monoterio But she got a venereal Tons of baby fathers, baby bottles, and cereal She holler cause I got a lot of dinerio The DJ's playing Obie's song on the stereo And she's impaired and she wants to be heading home With the real thing, not the dildo clone And I know I don't wanna be heading home With some double D's full of silicone Ten hood rat chicks surround me outside Found me outside, clowned me outside Till I popped the trunk and they found me outside Busting at the bitches, screaming And this is my favorite song I sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some tea And this is my favorite song I sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some tea Okay, roly polies everywhere Gotta find a slim chick's atmosphere Obesity's glaring and she got me fearing She gon' come over here and try to eat me literally Like a box of Cheerios Carry cupcakes and chocolate to zeroes I'm out of order cause I got a big girl disorder So to cover up that blubber or I'll split And I ain't got time to play Let's investigate another place today Ladies less than weighed in a dress they shape Dress is petite, no window drapes Word to mother That goddamn okra and beans Got your Oprah in jeans Seems to me a low-lean cuisine Wouldn't hurt much I don't touch And this is my favorite song I sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some tea And this is my favorite song I sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some tea You gotta have teeth, baby It just wouldn't look right Look, me, big lips You, no teeth It wouldn't work, you know what I'm saying? I'm feeling good Shady Records, man O.B. Trice Come on