INTRO:
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Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians and transvestites,
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I am your platter spinnin' poppa, your woofer whopper, your G-mosave from the mohave
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Sellin' weed out the alley of the anti-dope valley...
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Rollin' like a tumbleweed through Pimpville, Pimpafornia...
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I'm the Hungry Hustler, Afro mutha' fuckin' M-A-N
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Givin' a shout out to all these parasites (parasites?...you understand me?)
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These mosquitos (mosquitos), mosquite ho's,
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Swarmin' around my water tryin' to suck me dry (hell yeah)
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But money come to haaard...to give it all to a broad (I know that's right, hell yeah)
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We all do stupid things....payin' too much for pussy don't have to be one of em'
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So fellas, don't get pussy-whoopped (say what?)....
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Whoop that pussy (while yer bullshuttin'...looky here boy)
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And we ain't talkin' bout all women (henh)...
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But if the maxipad fits, go ahead and wear it bitch (henh....do you undersmell me?)
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(Check this out loco) Babay (uhoh), you are the woman...of my dreams
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(yes you...go on an do your thang)
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And I really want to put a woman like you.....somewhere on my team
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You have a sense of humor (unh..c'mon) you sexy and you smart (you so intelligent)
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But when you tried to take my money, honey...you broke my fuckin' heart
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(c'mon cuz...where you at loco? ...You broke my fuckin' heart)
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I said baby, yeah I need you...to step on out my car
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(step on out my car....don't forget your panties and your bra)
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Cuz now I know exactly what you are...
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(Ladies and gentlemen, fresh off parole...the Quarterpiece Quartet)
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CHORUS:
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You gold diggin' bitch...usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich...maybe
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(what you say baby? You need some what? You need some money?)
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If your pussy ain't free...it's not for me, baby
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(you know you fucked up, don't ya? you know you fucked up, don't ya? don't ya?)
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You's a gold diggin' bitch...usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich...maybe
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(n-n-n-n-n-n-no...you'd...you better not skip this song, you better not skip this song)
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If your pussy ain't free (shit)...it's not for me, (I'll be sittin' up there) baby
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(watchin' them male bashers Ricky Lake and Queen Latifah, so listen to this shit, biotch)
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See, I finally figured out why these ho's be hoin'...
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Pussy is the only thing a bitch got goin'
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It must be Sunday, cuz you got no class...
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With the G-string goin' up the crack o'yer ass (crack o'yer ass)
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Yo, you didn't speak back when I spoke to you (spoke to you)
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Why? Do I look broke to you?
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You put your head down, baby, then you pass me (pass me)
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You hit the dance floor and started dancin' nasty (nasty)
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And it's a trip when a stripper start to strip
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All the home boys feel obligated to tip
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Baby, even though I love the way you grease your thighs
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I'm savin' my money for some chile cheese fries
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Please! Don't make me laugh ho (laugh ho)
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Take yo gold diggin' hands off my afro (afro)
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Give you money for dancin'? Come on boo
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I wouldn't give it to you, if you let me cum on you
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Ooh I never found a gold diggin' woman arousin'
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I'm a stingy black boy from the year two thousand
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Payin' a broad is preposterous...
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Unless you stick your dick down her esophagus (eww)
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And even if you did that, you still a trick...(still a trick)
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You need to make the woman pay for your dick (you know..)
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You the one huffin'
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You the one puffin'
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She the one layin' there, ain't doin' nuthin'
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And I bet you ate the pussy hopin' for good luck
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Nine times outta ten you didn't get your dick sucked
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Bitch too busy, thinkin' bout,
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Takin' all the money out yer bank account
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So get out my Cadillac, real slow...
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And go back home to your dil-do
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If your lookin' for a trick, Miss Gold Digger...
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You need to go talk to a old nigga
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You gold diggin' bitch...usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich...maybe
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(all these little undercover prostitutes, cuz)
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If your pussy ain't free...it's not for me, baby
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(get to the house and the bitch stick out her hand and shit)
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You's a gold diggin' bitch...usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich...maybe
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(you know...I ain't tryin' to be too niggerish on the microphone, you know what I'm s |