[Intro: Chino XL, sample]
Back again...
Brick Mob
Ill Seeds
Hobo Junction
Artie Bo...
"You and your smi—"
...Smile? Smile??
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
A pretty smile can cover up a character dirtier than Janet Jackson's clothes when she played Penny on Good Times (Right)
A chick in the hood shines
But blinds a trick nigga that has not been exposed to this mentality of mines
I finds the one I want—if she step up
I get her open like every piece of my mail when I was locked up
Face stuck stupid after I drop 'em
Then fuck every model in Q-Tip's videos with the same condom
I never met a bitch that faded me
'Cause mentally and physically, God was showing off when he created me (Be afraid of me)
But stop hating me, 'cause women are loving me, I'm sorry
That you was a virgin until your record release party (Right)
Hoes won't admit this, but that's a groupie's style (Yeah)
I call 'em Cleopatras, they the queens of denial
And these trick niggas dead on 'em (Yep)
Bitches looking like Barbie doll bodies with a G.I. Joe head on 'em (Haha)
It's pathetic how quick they are to get naked
Probably infected, shit! Give me the ones with good credit
Or dead it, admittedly, I have a fetish, it could be on
I like an ass so fat she can turn a boxer shorts to thongs
Is you hot from all my songs? She diggin' me
Got women fingering themselves thinking of women fingering themselves that are thinking of me
You know what's sickening me? (Yo, dog, express yo' feelings!)
If Eric Benét can get Halle Berry, I deserve Vanessa Williams
[Pre-Chorus: Chino XL]
It's how it goes
It's how it goes, yo
It's how it goes
Tell 'em how it goes, yo—
[Chorus: Saafir, Chino XL, together]
This is how it goes
Down in the town of West Oakland, keepin' hoes soaked in
This game'll never change
In Jersey, freaks touch concrete, eight inches, all cheese, baby
It'll never be, another me
Saucee squeeze up on a ho, like "Oh, shit, you gotta pay me!"
[Post-Chorus:]
That's real talk!
And you know, what's that fat white man name? Ben Franklin?
The bald headed nigga with the glasses? Feel me
[Verse 2: Saafir]
I dead tricks in the game (What)
Baptised they eyes, with the reply that, "I ain't fly, trick bitch, I'm a astronaut"
With so much hot ass and cock on the concrete, you gotta wear sunblock (Ya know!)
Sending these hoes like meteors (Whoosh)
By 2004, you'll see me in a spacesuit (Woop!)
Paper chasin' with hoes, in pursuit with my boots
Touchdown on that pimp planet – floor (Gimmie some more)
Up goes the flag made out of wigs and velour (Take that back)
Panties a vision for male tricks on a mission to hold hoes down like gravity
(Hahahaha) Imagine me (Trick)
'Cause the wave from y'all, I'm light years with the the flight gear
Embedded-in credit that's limitless
For breaking a bitch, I'm in the motherfuckin' Book of Guinnesses (Breakin' records)
Under "H.O.T." – short for:
"Hold On, – Trick!"
Let me switch your grade-A to mayday
Time to show up, ho up, or blow up (Blow up!)
But you know what? (What?) I gotta keep tellin' my other half
Nigga, they don't know us, thou shall not ho trust (Ho trust!)
I'll pass the ass on mine, playalistically divine, no Nickelodeon shit
Hoes, take off your clothes, and get into this here Freudian slip
[Pre-Chorus: Chino XL]
It's how it goes
It's how it goes
Show 'em how it goes, yo—
[Chorus: Saafir, Chino XL & together]
This is how it goes
Down in the town of West Oakland, keepin' hoes soaked in
This game'll never change
In Jersey, freaks touch concrete, eight inches, all cheese, baby
It'll never be, another me
Saucee squeeze up on a ho, like "Oh, shit, you gotta pay me!"
[Post-Chorus: Chino XL]
See, I don't chase no hoes!
These hoes chase me, while I chase the dough!
Yo!
[Bridge: Chino XL]
Your purse comes first, your ass comes last
And I don't know how long we gon' last
But what you do with all your money, baby?
You bring it on home to Chi
[Verse 3: Saafir]
Uh! To a true P.I., the thickest layer a playalistic gangsta
Pulling your ancient funny style ass file (Yeah, but now?)
That's it, I'ma shake that trick and I'm puttin' nothing else on it
I wanna rest the chest and thighs
Recognize the weapon size when I shoot this game at your ass
Or get shot with hot shit into your lip blister, bitch
Miss a nigga if you a plain ass coward
With a colorful name that hate players and not the game
[Verse 4: Chino XL]
(Woop! Latin lover lover) Famous in art, I'm dangerous and smart
Guaranteed victory, dating your wifey on the Change of Heart
No bitches run me, I told you from the start
So many tears shed over me, don't make a scene, make an Ark (Straight talk!)
Women turnin' their beepers, cutting they phones off
I make love to they minds, 'til they clothes just fall off!
I fuck Tamia as a side bet
I make chicks consider themselves widows whose husbands ain't even died yet (Damn!)
To best explain it—
Catch me in your living room, gettin' my hair braided by your girl, butt-naked
Look at what having the best lines done for me
Your wifey would trade six of you for one of me (And that's real)
[Chorus: Saafir, Chino XL & together]
This is how it goes
Down in the town of West Oakland, keepin' hoes soaked in
This game'll never change
In Jersey, freaks touch concrete, eight inches, all cheese, baby
It'll never be, another me
Saucee squeeze up on a ho, like "Oh, shit, you gotta pay me!"
[Outro: Chino XL singing]
Tell 'em how it all goes down
Tell 'em how it all goes down
Tell 'em how it all goes down
Tell 'em how it all goes down
Tell 'em how it—all goes down—
