Oh, yeah, welcome back to Battle Of The Sexes Radio
Where it is 12 45 in the AM
And disturbin the pieces are in-studio guests
Our hot-line is lit the fuck up with people with relationship issues
Caller number one, you are on the air
Yeah, man, yall tell me if Im crazy cause this girl in here trippin
You know what Im sayin, Im a real man, I take care of home
I take care of my kids, I pay all my bills, I, I mean I aint gon lie
I may check a little female from time to time on the side
You know what Im talkin bout but what man dont
So how can I break this down to her?
Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation?
Yo, get your money right, ladies, let me sign your own checks
But dont call me after midnight unless we havin sex
Dont ever assume nothin, a man gon be a man
A groupy gon be a groupy, a fan gon be a fan
These tricks gon keep on trickin, so hustlers gon keep hustlin
Long as theres new poochie, them dogs gon keep fuckin
So dont be all up in my phone, replyin on womens pages
I thought your mama told you, you should never talk to strangers
Dont ever ask no questions that you really
Dont want the answers to
Stop poppin up at the mouth or like Nino Brown
Ill have to cancel you
Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue
Half of you always seem to want some nigga to pamper you
And thatll do for him but not for me, Ill probably baffle you
And if he wants to act a fool, Ill show em what they gotta do
Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to
Then your name will follow with Eh, whatever happened to?
Exactly, thats just what she needed
You damn right, player, alright, thank you for callin
Man, next caller, yeah, I hear you but lets talk about
The fake ass brothers with the 24s
But cant pay the note on their lease
And my nigga with this high style chains
But I cant get him to pay his damn child support
Thats why we makin more money
Ownin our own property and right
Just as nice, so now, I guess if we want to
We can bare yall too now, huh
Interestin, Shauna, you wanna stick on this one?
Get your man right, niggas, get a bitch that can keep up with you
Im tired of thinkin to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck with you
Got stuck with you, sick of your childish games
And all the stuff you do, I probably mentioned your name
Put you to the game, Ive had enough of you
I seen your type before, doin your 4s all over the floor
Hes flashin his chains, hes flashin his dough
He drinkin the fifths and drinkin them all
But what you dont know this nigga bro
He cant even afford the smokin
Back in the hood off the hustlers and Jeez knows hes the joke
Thats why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it
I tell him, beat it, nigga
Real bitches true to the game, thats how you G a nigga
DTP stayin the zone like we on BCP
Chrome on the SS Shawn, I bowly recip thee
Yall niggas aint on my level, why do it so poor?
Pineapple in berry, we feel its sup-goo
Lightnin is Sup-doo, I get my own stay
Thats why I leave them too, honey, they never call back
Thats why, Shauna, pussy rule the world
Yes, it does, next caller, whats up?
Man, whats up, this is Marv, I wanna know
If yall got somebody to talk to these triflin ass women
Like me, Im a good man but all these good men get treated like shit
Our friends callin at 3 30 in the mornin
Marcus dont wanna talk about no numbers
Marcus wanna talk about that ass and I aint havin it
Yall got someone to talk to these women?
Cause they need to be told
I-20, you better talk to em
Yo, get your money right, ladies, tell the man to get gone
But dont you show up to my crib with your period on
This is lesson one, baby, listen, how should I begin?
Um, aint no such thing as a plutonic friend
Youre lyin to yourself if you dont think you want more
So dont you call me insecure when hes so whoopy to go
You all claim to have substance, self respect and some class
But half naked in the club, Miss. Steady shakin your ass
Screamin I aint got enough to touch you under your skirt
But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth?
Im on the streets and youre trippin I dont make you feel safe
I stay at home and youre complainin that I think we need space
Im not sayin that its fair but its the way that it is
Aint no nigga tryna marry you with four or five kids
It may sound a little harsh but its straight from the heart
A nigga didnt write the scripts so Im just doin my part
Yeah
Preach, my brother, preach, I hope every woman there heard that
And you better believe they did and some millions of people listenin
Thats our show for this evening, ladies and gentle man
I gotto get a piece of ass my damn self, alright
Check at same time, same place tomorrow
Battle Of The Sexes Radio signin off, good night