Ett Hundre - Oral Bee, Mr. Pimp-Lotion

Beezy digger cash, så det vil han ha mer a'

Han digger hoochies, de vil han ha fler a'

Han bare puller opp på chicks og roper «hey, hva skjer 'a?»

Du hørte riktig, rapper om meg selv i tredje pers

Om unge Beezy lever bossy, vil du vedde cash?

Huh?

Ikke det, muthafucka?

Jeg syns du nettopp snakka ned, muthafucka?

Har vært i gamet siden hoes var hypp på Erik Faber

Men hey, responsen på min playa shit, den har vært laber

Kritikken var makaber, så alt ble så makabert

Men om jeg reiste meg igjen?

Din lille bitch, så klabert

Jeg putter på for mine grizzlies

Mine pimps som mener business

Fortsatt 1450s egen

Hvis du ikke føler meg, så bør du ringe til legen

Vokste opp back in the eighties

Cruiser i stor en Mercedes

Ladies venter foran porten

Vært en pimp fra jeg var fjorten

Mine playaz oppi her

Mine bitches oppi her

Er så ett hundre, ett hundre baby

Ett hundre, baby

LO, LO, ruller i en Benz

Cruiser rundt og gjør det big med mine friends

Jeg og Pimpguden kommer overens

Fordi min evne til å bawle er intens

Beezy digs cash so he wants more of it

He likes hoochies, he wants more a'

He just pulls up on chicks and shouts «hey, what's going on?»

You heard right, rapping about myself in the third person

If young Beezy lives bossy, you want to bet cash?

Huh?

Not that, muthafucka?

I think you just talked down, muthafucka?

Has hosted the game since the hoes were hyped on Erik Faber

But hey, the response to my playa shit, it has been laber

The criticism was macabre, so everything became so macabre

But if I rose again?

You little bitch, so clumsy

I put on for my grizzlies

My pimps who mean business

Still 1450's own

If you don't feel me, then you should call the doctor

Grew up back in the eighties

Cruise in a big Mercedes

Ladies are waiting in front of the gate

Been a pimp since I was fourteen

My playaz up here

My bitches up here

So one hundred, one hundred baby

One hundred, baby

LO, LO, rolling in a Benz

Cruise around and make it big with my friends

Me and the Pimp God get along

Because my ability to bawl is intense