[Chorus] [50 Cent] And all the bitches say My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the chain If I was you, I'd love men too, I roll like a boss Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow bitch Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape Now shorty mama in precinct, hollering rape I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with these ho's I thought Lil' Kim was hot, 'til she start fucking with her nose I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD and didn't have no beats That nigga D'Angelo, he determined not to fail That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes And Big Ben taught Charli B'More to deep throat (yea)