Willie Dynamite

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

The girls ask me for that Willie D, that's how I know they feelin' me

It's simple, see, the pimpin' be what got these bitches clipped to me

You may be at the game, I guarantee you we in different seats

I seen you in the nosebleeds, but where I'm at, that isn't cheap

In the Benz, in a Jeep, make a million in a week

Takin' off her clothes 'fore I begin to speak like, "Gimme cheeks"

Been to London, been to France, go there if you get the chance

Been to Amsterdam, hit the club, hell no, I didn't dance

Rolled around a little, smoked the weed, seen the red lights

Ain't fuck a prostitute but the head nice, get right

From here on to the next life, relax and sip that Red Stripe

Way I spend this money, you would think I had a ex-wife

Bitches love the lead pipe, the 'Burgh, word to Ken Rice

New place every day, what I would give to just have ten nights

Yeah, right, 'bout to drop an album, hope to blow your mind

Tryna reach a level where no music is put over mine

[Chorus]

Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D

Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D

What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?

Live it up 'cause you don't live that long

Or am I wrong?

Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D

Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D

What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?

Live it up 'cause you don't live that long (How about another one?)

Or am I wrong?

[Verse 2]

Hey

It's young Macintosh, tell you 'bout that sabotage

Travelin' through Germany, word to David Hasselhoff

Back up off me, kill 'em softly, bitches like to fuck 'em doggy

Prolly off some molly, got me turnin' into polygons

On and on, DJ's puttin' on my song

People say I talk too long, killin' every single track the God is on

They cheerin' with their pom-poms, buyin' what I got on

Straight gold, find me fuckin' Silver with my Long John

Tom Tom, direct me to that money please

Square sponge, fuckin' dumb, yeah, your grades is under C

And I know, "In God we trust," but how much do they trust in me?

Enough to be a fuckin' beast on beats, yeah

Shit is so disgustingly amazin', bitches out the playpen

You fuck your hand, askin', "How much money can I fit into this rubberband?"

Hustlin', throw your ass right inside a rubbish can

Excuse my French, that's just how I'd talk if I was Russell Brand

Know that I'm the fuckin' man, play my shit for three days

"All I make is hits, call me T-Pain!"

Sicker than if she gave me AIDS, plus some teeth decay

Then she stole my condom, try to auction it on eBay

Talk a little shit, man, probably thought he dissed me

Bitch, please, I just ate out Monica Lewinsky

Yeah, I taught her 'bout some slaughter, had her cryin' 'bout her father

Then I busted in her face while she told me, "It's an honor"

Bob O'Connor, we just politickin', finger-lickin' on my chicken

Got a way with words, words, words, word to Charles Dickens

I wrote this on the shitter usin' toilet paper

Then put your head inside the waters, enjoy the flavor, heh

[Interlude]

Yeah, bitch

Nah, Jerm, don't cut me off, man

Fuck you

Ha-ha

[Chorus]

Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D

Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D

What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?

Live it up 'cause you don't live that long

Or am I wrong?

Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D

Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D

What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?

Live it up 'cause you don't live that long

Or am I wrong?

[Outro]