^{Talking in background Obie Trice - talking} WOO! Damn .. There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy I'm about to get drunk Let's hold down, sleep Where the bar at? ^{Crashing noise Verse 1} Okay, okie dokey Obie's here No more focus, hobo's got a career And I like your brassiere and there's a party in here And I'm ready to talk naughty in Veronica's ear She erotic and it's hot, saw Heineken beer Put it to the side and invite here to "Cheers" Pull up a chair, swear no drama Therefore player your workin with a MONSTER ^Yelling I ain't got time to waste, let's vacate the place Shut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy state Concentrate, you will find that your bound to get But we found what's fate We can watch two incredible mates masterbate Why settle and wait Let's escalate to the nearest who bang To your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeks C'mon ^{Chorus - 2X} So this is my favorite song Now sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, ^{Sound of water dropping}, hopefully she got some teeth ^{Verse 2} Okay holy moly derriere Look around the club booty everywhere She caught me starin And my homies darin me to approach Karen She's model material, but she got a venereal Tons of baby fathers', baby bottles and cereal She holla cause I got a lot of genedio The DJ's playin Obie song on the steady-o And she's impaired and she wants to be headin home With the real thing not the dildo clone And I know I don't wanna be headin home With some double D's full of silicon Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside Found me outside, clown me outside 'Til I flip out and they found me outside Cussin at the bitches screamin "off to they rides!" ^{Chorus Verse 3} Okay rolie polies everywhere ^{Horse naying noise} Gotta find a slim chick's atmosphere Obesity's glarin and she got me fearin She's gonna come over here and try to eat me literal ^{Crunching noise} -ly, like a box of Cherrios Carry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rolls I'm outta order cause I gotta big girl disorder So better cover up that blubber or I'll split ^{Feet running away noise} And I ain't got time to play Let's investigate another place today Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape Dresses pettite, no window drapes ^{Obie Trice - talking} Word to mother, they god damn Opera and beans Got ya Opera and jeans Seems to me a little lean cuisine Wouldn't hurt much, hot don't touch ^{Chorus Outro - Obie Trice - talking} Haha, haha, ha You gotta have teach baby It just wouldn't look right Look, me big lips .. You no teeth, it wouldn't work You know what I'm sayin Haha ha, yeah I'm feelin good Shady Record man Obie Trice C'mon