(Jamo) 
You ain't gotta say too much 
From the look in your eyes 
I can tell you want to fuck 

(Mercedes) 
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo 
Just as bad as you wanna fuck 
I wanna fuck too

(Jamo) 
No, No, No you ain't gotta say to much 
From the look in your eyes 
I can tell you wanna fuck 

(Mercedes) 
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo 
Just as bad as you wanna fuck 
I wanna fuck too 

(Mac) 
Now you ain't gotta say much cuz I was peepin you 
Lookin at yo hips got me thinkin bout how deep 
In you um tryin to go 
You heard about No Limit Soldiers? 
We get up in it and hit it harder then De La Hoya 
I thought I told you soldier draws 
Cover my balls, Um known for rippin the pussy walls 
I heard you got that kill 
I can see all in yo grill 
Can you ride me like a black Mercedes? 
And make me do that shit I never did with other ladies? 
I got a woman so i'm not lookin for love 
I just wanna fit yo glove 
Get a couple of uh-uh's 
Shove it in your mouth just like a thug 
And uh, hit me on my pager if you want it 
Its soldier passion 
So get up on it if you want it WHOA-WHOA!!!! 

(Beginning of Chorus)-(Jamo) 
You ain't gotta say too much 
From the look in your eyes 
I can tell you wanna fuck 

(Mercedes) 
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo 
Just as bad as you wanna fuck 
I wanna fuck too 

(Jamo) 
No, No, No you ain't gotta say too much 
From the look in your eyes 
I can tell you wanna fuck 

(End of Chorus-Mercedes) 
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo 
Just as bad as you wanna fuck 
I wanna fuck too 

(Mercedes) 
Put me on the counter in the kitchen 
Now baby pour my body with some ice cream 
Lick me from head to toe 
Bending me over 
69'll be the next thing 
I wanna taste your body all night long 
From sun up to sun down I wanna make you moan 

(Beginning of Chorus-Jamo) 
You ain't gotta say too much 
From the look in your eyes 
I can tell you wanna fuck 

(Mercedes) 
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo 
Just as bad as you wanna fuck 
I wanna fuck too 

(Jamo) 
No, No, No you ain't gotta say too much 
From the look in your eyes 
I can tell you wanna fuck 

(End of Chorus-Mercedes) 
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo 
Just as bad as you wanna fuck 
I wanna fuck too 

(Jamo) 
Can I light a candle? 
And kiss you in the places light won't show 
I'll take my time and do it slow 
I'll do my own exercises 
Right between your thighs 
It's so very pleasural, I'll go places he won't go 
Lets keep it on the low-low 
So he won't know 
Now lets take it to the floor 

(Beginning of Chorus-Jamo) 
You ain't gotta say too much 
From the look in your eyes 
I can tell you wanna fuck 

(Mercedes) 
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo 
Just as bad as you wanna fuck 
I wanna fuck too 

(Jamo) 
No, No, No you ain't gotta say too much 
From the look in your eyes 
I can tell you wanna fuck 

(End of Chorus-Mercedes) 
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo 
Just as bad as you wanna fuck 
I wanna fuck too 
 

[Chorus: Master P] 
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me) 
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move) 
Whoadie you ain't bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move) 
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me) 
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move) 
Whoadie you ain't bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move) 

[Verse 1: Currency] 
Roll up with both the doors up on the black Lambo 
Red rag round my head like the black Rambo 
A bananna clip with 50 hollow tips of ammo 
Smoke a nigga how a prisoner smoke Camel's 
Got blacked out tints, Niggas like who is that? 
I give a hatin' nigga 2 shots where his ribs at 
Ya better not snitch cause I know where ya live at 
I have niggas pissed, Don't know where they kids at 
Cause once the beefs on you can't call a war off 
I'll let the raw buck, Knock ya fuckin' car doors off 
Switch phone numbers just to piss the whores off 
Cop a 6 while you bitch about how much the 4's cost 
The hot spitter is real, What the deal? 
One hand on the wheel, The other holdin' the steel 
Play with it if ya will, But this some real shit 
My niggas done put out more hits than Will Smith 
Yea 

[Chorus: Master P] 
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me) 
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move) 
Whoadie you ain't bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move) 
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me) 
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move) 
Whoadie you ain't bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move) 

[Verse 2: Master P] 
Call me tiger cause I live in the woods 
I'm like Tarzan when he run through the hood 
A couple of wild coyotes chased me but couldn't catch me 
?? and Lacey pulled me over but couldn't arrest me 
Once the radar on I'm like the Preadator 
We pop pills like Anvil and Excedra 
Call me a blender, I put ya in a mix 
Let go my eggo and pass me the purple twist 
Throw them bows, We got the club jumpin' 
XL like Jordan, He got the beat pumpin' 
I'm famous in the ghetto like Amos Cookies 
In other words I'm a vet and ya'll rookies 

[Chorus: Master P] 
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me) 
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move) 
Whoadie you ain't bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move) 
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me) 
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move) 
Whoadie you ain't bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move) 

[Verse 3: Silkk Tha Shocker] 
If he ain't talkin' like I'm talkin', Tell him get the steppin' 
I'll +Nicolas Cage+ him, Whodie I'm +Gone In Sixty Seconds+ 
We ball 'til we fall, I mean we shop 'til its gone 
Why drive a car if it don't match what I got on 
If I do something I usually get the block involved 
You don't wanna get outta line whodie, That means the glocks involved 
Ya'll cowards, Always run and gets the cops involved 
You ain't gotta wonder if its me, You know is me nigga the top will be off 
Look, You ain't did shit 'til you flipped bricks in a drought 
You ain't had a girl 'til you had like a chick from the south 
And nigga respect it even when the clips is out 
Let ya borrow the 5 only 'til the 6 come out 
They tryin' to get they weight up, I'm tryin' to get my G's up 
Make athlete money without messin' my knee's up 
Slim he don't know me like that, Whoadie ya best to ease up 
Knuckle game is off the chain, Soon as I roll my sleeves up 
Holla back

[Chorus: Master P] 
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me) 
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move) 
Whoadie you ain't bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move) 
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me) 
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move) 
Whoadie you ain't bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move)