Lyrics Scope - Luniz
I
know
the
whole
deal
on
you
tramps
[x4]
[Verse
1:
Numskull&Yukmouth]
I
got
the
411
on
you
stunts
Ho's
rig
me
up
or
rig
me
up,
only
once
My
dick's
at
attention,
amazed
by
the
tingle
Thinkin
about
the
ho,
so
I
gave
one
a
jingle...
THEN
Threw
a
fuckin
brew
down
my
neck
St.,
crooked
letter,
D-E
to
the
S
Dug
the
shitty
gold-diggin
bitches
But
then
I
got
cheaper
like
Lucky's,
the
low
price
leader
It's
the
thang
to
do,
up
and
give
the
ugly
ho's
the
boot
Cause
know
I
think
the
fine
ho's
are
skipping
to
my
loot
I
know
the
scoop,
I
know
the
whole
deal
on
you
tramps
(Treated
me
like
a
wet
food
stamp)
You
think
you
all
that
cause
the
shit
that
you
wearin
The
gear
that
you
got,
the
whole
crew
be
sharin
I'm
in
that
ass
gigglin,
you
out
for
my
loot
in
again
Ya
brain
must
be
jigglin
[Yukmouth]
Look
at
my
beanie
Ooo
wee
got
a
loonie
on
my
weanie,
kablowee
Got
tricks
up
my
sleve's
like
a
whodini,
you
see
me
Puttin
it,
but
couldn't
it
be
cool
Won't
buy
yo
ass
sea
food,
fuck,
buy
me?
School,
my
niggas
if
you
got
the
fat
Pontiac
Lafonne's
You'll
pull
hella
bitches
like
the
Fonz
I
cons,
ho's
that
mainly
won't
True's&Vouge's
on
the
"O"
School
a
young-ass
bitch
wit
a
old
fool
They
only
out
to
get
dividends
when
living
in
the
sauna
A
"Material
Girl"
like
Madonna
Your
honor,
shit
is
getting
hectic
and
more
crazy
Hell
yeah
they
on
welfare,
but
don't
spend
it
on
they
babies
Act
shady,
when
you
call
they
scandolous-ass
a
slut
But
bro,
a
ho
is
someone
that
get's
paid
to
fuck
If
the
shoe
fits
on
you
bitch,
wear
it
like
them
fake
pony
tails
Oops...
let
my
muthafuckin
homie
tell
the
scoop
[Chorus:
x2]
I
know
the
scoop...
I
know
the
whole
deal
on
you
tramps
(Treated
me
like
a
wet
food
stamp)
[Verse
2:
Numskull&Yukmouth]
[Numskull]
I
had
a
brand
new
jeep
and
we
was
rollin
Told
her
it
was
mine,
but
that
shit
was
really
stolen
She
asked
me
to
shoot
her
to
the
crib,
so
I
did
Walked
to
the
house
and
the
bitch
had
about
12
kids(small
world!)
Hangin
on
my
brand
new
Girbaud's
What's
wrong
wit
my
nose,
I
got
a
shit
stain
on
my
clothes
Look
down
and
say
a
little
BeBe
And
felt
like
bootin
that
little
nigga
'Cross
the
room
like
I
was
Pay-Lay
That's
how
they
get
you
to
the
crib
You
did
couldn't
pass
off
the
chance,
cause
that
ass
was
hella
big!
And
she
was
walkin
and
that
fat
ass
was
swingin
I'm
thinkin
about
bangin
her,
somebody
kept
ringing
her
The
phone
was
ringing
every
twenty
seconds
And
I'm
still
gettin
bothered
by
these
dirty
adolecent's
Spillin
hella
kool-aid
on
my
K-Swiss
Hey
bitch
are
you
finished?
Grab
this
bottle,
and
poured
hella
drank
in
it
He
was
drunk,
so
the
other
kids
jumped
on
Mama
grabbed
the
high
hell,
and
straight
clumped
em
I
still
fucked,
but
it
took
a
little
drank
though
And
I
bet
I
still
fuck
a
stank
ho
[Yukmouth]
Why,
bother?
I'm
bombed
out
like
Pearl
Harbor
For?
sex
I
cut
em
loose
like
a
Barbara
Beef
Cake
The
cheapskate,
never
got
swundeld
for
a
bundle
Bitches
got
weaves
on,
hair
long
like
Rapunzle
I
crumble,
a
phone
number,
but
I
stills
bury
bozack
Rollin
in
dough
like
Pillsbury
I
don't
carry
a
pull
out,
just
my
pager
But
I'll
pull
out
major,
Black
got
more
sacks
then
Lawrence
Taylor
Captain
Save
A...
Ho's
stashes
loot
on
the
low
tip
To
get
the
boots,
he
buys
this
bitch
a
Girbaud
fit
Shooby,
doo-wop,
Ohh
I
got's
to
have
it
Yuk
got
cabbage,
I
clothesline
a
bitch
line
Randy
Savage
Not
your
average
sexual,
man
to
be
Ya
handin
me
the
buddah,
a
bitch
couldn't
drown
me
with
the
Bermudha,
Triangle,
I
dangle
bank
roll,
suck
the
dank
roll
And
I
bet
I
still
fuck
a
stank
ho,
it's
like
that
[Chorus
Till
Fade]
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