What Them Girls Like

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

I love women, from Britney Spears to Marge Simpson

Just give me a rubber and you know that I'm goin' in son

Ain't no tee ball, but it's still easy to hit them

Cause I know what women want, call me Mel Gibson

Yes, cause they know we on next

They can throw me on set, watch em' go beyond sex

I ball hard but not in the Kobe context

I'm collectin' v-cards like a Pokemon deck

Muthafucka, cause I'mma speed to the top

Downin' a leader of scotch, cause like a demon I'm hot

White as a laundry load full of wife beaters and socks

Not even Ripley's is sure if they can believe it or not

Watch, I'll make 'em come to a dead stop

Cause on a beat, I'mma spit it hard as a pet rock

Baby girl, you know I'll make that bed hot

I'm no angel, my only Halo came with an Xbox

Drink till I"m walkin' like a waddlin' duck

But I can step a straight line just to follow a buck

I'm just looking for a chicken who can swallow a nut

Like a pecan pie in front of Jabba The Hutt

Wait what? and there is no way she could ignore me

Grabbin' on my Woody like Andy from Toy Story

With them lips like Topanga, I'll play the role of Cory

And sit back and watch you do your thing there shorty

Cause you know you can not start me

12 beers deep and I'm the life of the party

Bring a chick back and you know we gettin' naughty

Bite her so hard she be like "ouch Charlie!"

Cause you know we gets busy

Heads spinnin' like Taz so you know we get dizzy

Datpiff top 8 with Banks, Luda, and Drizzy

Sick as the swine flu, I been fuckin' Ms. Piggy

Really get silly, bitch you know this dude's nice

Mommy's comin' over and she's spendin' a few nights

Lyrics like an emo kid's pants, man too tight

Throwin' mad punches just like pudding in a food fight

Ha, so I'mma hit 'em with more bars

Cause I'm always needing me some M to the O-R

E mothafucka and you know that I go hard

I'm at the top of my game, I'll send you a post card

Bitch!