Got It Like That - Hi-C

Tricks on my dick cause my shit so fat

Now nigga don’t ask why, we got it like that

Tricks on my dick cause my shit so fat

Now nigga don’t ask why, we got it like that

I’mma kick one for the treble, two for the bass

I think it’s time for me to slap the snot out ya face

Not with my fist, this time with the beats

I’m tricky, I’m the trickest so I always give treats

Niggas that’s tweakin' I’mma reach out and touch ya

Catch ya walkin' to your car, jump out and cut ya

I’ll stick ya like the butcher, the ex drug pusher

Got in the rap game, to give himself a name

(Now demon used to do me, not gon' do it no more

God forgive me for me sin, me tryin' to come up and score)

Hell yeah I want more of the fat funky stuff

They call me Mr. Big Nuts and I can’t get enough

Of the lips, the hips, the tits, the backs

A pack of Lifestyles and a big bud sack

The boots, the loot, the tracks that’s fat

Ey yo check it out black, I got it like that

Tricks on my dick cause my shit so fat

Now nigga don’t ask why, we got it like that

Tricks on my dick cause my shit so fat

Now nigga don’t ask why, we got it like that

When it comes to gettin', I gotta get it good

And I’d like to say peace to all my niggas in the hood

Take me to the swap meet, it’s time to get dressed

I want a t-shirt and some khakis, can’t freak with the Guess

Then I’m gettin' hungry, wish I had some hot wings

A green Gatorade and a bag of jelly beans

Fuck the jelly beans, I want a peanut butter Twix

The sugar keep me hyper, I need another fix

Later on at night I wanna go to a club

Dip in through the door and get a girl to give me love

Baby it’s a fact that I give love back

While you’re layin' on your back, this is how I act

Baby let’s chill cause I think I’m in the mood

And after that move (uh-uh-ooh!)

When I’m in the sack I never ever cut no slack

Ey yo check it out black, I got it like that

Tricks on my dick cause my shit so fat

Now nigga don’t ask why, we got it like that

Tricks on my dick cause my shit so fat

Now nigga don’t ask why, we got it like that

Hey, before the term is up and I’m through with the gut

I gotta fade the funk to make the girls shake they butt

After this verse that I burst I’m dippin'

Back into the hood to catch a knucklehead slippin'

But since I got time, there’s no need for rushin'

I got at baby girl and the trick still blushin'

Ch-ch-ch-ch, all up by teeth

Ch-ch, she can’t get enough of the beef

So hey, I’mma keep feedin' it to ya lady

But don’t get addicted it’ll drive yo' ass crazy

(Hey baby I’mma get you sprung

Soon as I bag your hunny bun, now let me)

Snatch off the wrapper, eat it up, toss it up

If you allergic to the stuff it’ll make ya throw up

Never slippin' but I’m dippin' and I’ll soon be back

Come check it out black, I got it like that

Tricks on my dick cause my shit so fat

Now nigga don’t ask why, we got it like that

Tricks on my dick cause my shit so fat

Now nigga don’t ask why, we got it like that