Lyrics Noodle - Trick Daddy

What I gotta ball?
Just to get all up in them draws
And get the Benz with the 20′ inch Lorenz's
And put TV′s in it and all
'Cause these my dawgs and dem
Keep letting me know
You ain't ready for that
Don′t hang in the hood no mo′
Guess you too heavy for that
Don't even go to school
Thinking everything is cool
I made up a name especially for you
A noodle
Look bad with the Prada bags
Only see the Benz′s and the Jags
Anything less than that you gotta show her some cash
Cause every with bread you probably done 'em
And anybody in the game who doing they thing
Ho best believe you done ′em
You let 'em bust you all in yo
Getting bumps and major infections
C-sections
Ol′ dumb
And you still ain't learned you lesson
You a
Noooodles
Noooodles
It's the same
Noooodles
Noooodles
Noooodles
It′s the same
Noooodles
You ain′t
And ya sister ain't
And ya mammy and
And you the same ho sitting on yo
Waiting on me like I′m yo WIC
Please
You still waiting
I'm still hating
You still making me sick
I can′t stand a lazy
I make 'em say nooodle
Ol′ foot dragging, nasty stinking
Stop worrying about what I got and get yo own
Same
All you good for is some head and a back massage
A lil' suck and when I nut up, cut up, shut up, get up
What up
It's bad for me on some nuttin ass hoes keep harassing me
On how I do
It don′t pertain to you
So stop asking me
Now pardon me on the words I used
See young ladies ought to be excused
And when u see one
Point that noodle out so my dawgs don′t get confused
I'm talking bout
Noooodles
Noooodles
It′s the same
Noooodles
Noooodles
Noooodles
It's the same
Noooodles