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B
Wuz up
Ai, they been waitin' on this ol' school game
Let's bring that game
game one thru five?
Yeah nigga, like we use to do it
Well, this out

Is the
what?
A bitch

I was at my home, all alone
Thinkin' 'bout I use to bone
Tight bitches, I can't deny
Rat-haired bitches, I lie
The had body is all I know
Only 18 but twenty-fo'
Her name was Bitch, of '92
High and the shit was cool
Took her to my house, Moms was
Turned off the light, unplugged the
The said, "Fred, I hearda you
you want, I will do"

I dropped my drawers, all swoll
She couldn't the position was pole
In and out, out and in
I used the bitch a ATM
G'd the bitch like the one and
Bust two nuts and called her
She couldn't believe what I
The next thing you know she was on my
Suckin' the dick like suppose to be done
Rat-haired make me cum
Freddy B that's the
Rat-haired bitches, I got

game
That's the
Like
A nasty

I like to fuck a bitch
Witta big fat ass and
First lay, gettin' sucked
Bitch don't give a
'Cos real players run that
When I that bitch she won't be the same
'Cos when Dawg run up in it
Fuck a bitch for about 30
player-like, straight to the point
Bust a nut while I'm a joint
Stop fuckin', still
Lay my on her lips, say, "Open"

nuttin' like a nasty bitch
Acting all and shit
Bitch just to flirt
I see her at the club, I'll be puttin' in work
on her ass at the bar
Let's get a room, girl, it too far
On the way, y'know what
She sucked my dick while I was
I couldn't resist
I hold back, I said, "Beeyatch"

All I do is
Like
A motherfuckin'

My Copue DeVille is all
Yes, bitch, it's hella
Crush blue velvet, gameless
White on white wit tha gold
to the spot, check my crap
Wash, wax, on fat
The bass on heat time I ride
A long haired on the passenger side
Mackin' on the cellular
I can't be stopped, 50 G's
Benz, Freddy B
Oaktown, a don't sleep

A mack, that's what I am
a bitch like Uncle Sam
She pays the tax, Fred Benz' the
16 G's put the in
No ordinary game, give it and take
East Oakland be fake
I the bitch, the money was short
Macked on the bitch and now she
Benz baby, the game is fat
Ask these bitches, I'm a

Is ridin' vogues
Like
hos

Breakin hos day and
They call me, '$horty the Pimp', my is tight
I never do hos slack
I'm Fred Benz, I'ma mack
So bitch yourself
I'm an nigga, I'll take your wealth
'Cos that's what I was to do
Break these bitches, get fool
Y'know Short Dawg ain't and hurt
Any bitch I get, you take her
the game is fool-proof
Bet'cha momma say I'm tellin' ya

So you pay the man
Hundred dollar all in my hand
I break you bitches
Tell a 'bout ridin' with bitches
these pimp ass niggas from the O
We know just to do with a ho
her where the tricks get laid
Where the hos get
You need a pimp, bitch me a call
I the top in my El Dawg

'Cos
It's the
what?
Like a

Ai, Short
Wuz up
I ain't smokin' no dank wit no more bitches
Hell naw
Bitch wanna smoke a 20 sack, so got to 20

If the bitch 50, what she gotta do $hort?
She gotta do me, you and the whole
And my PO too
Hey, y'know what? B
What's that
And Too $hort, we go way man
1981, Freemont School
We the two niggas who invented the word, Beeyatch,