V1 (24)
l***, once ya feel it in your bones, yo, you know you can't stop it/
Understand? Let me expand while we're on the topic/
I date plain Janes, hot chicks/
But I usually only f*** with female pilots cause they got the illest c***pits
Ha, and if the crotch fits, wear it/
I'm the type of Martha Fokker to ditch a b**** the day before I meet the parents/
She's embarrassed she's dating a rapper - with baggy pants/
Pick her up from mass, system on blast, grabbing her a**/
Glad we could smash, but I gotta move on to the next chick/
I'm an outgoing male, I send one off, and I get one back like Netflix/
Now get this, when you're s**ually reckless, you could have a girl that cooks you breakfast/
But still seek the rejection of some leggy temptress/
She's like your petty deathwish/
You be dressed in your best s***, tryna silence the skeptics/
Upset kids called her a hoe, and you hoped to god it was true/
Cause see, a hoe f*** everybody, And a b**** f*** everybody but you/
I'd forget about it, but soon, I behold it's a sign
Envisioned a c**ed-out Whitney singing "Moment In Time," when I told her I rhymed/
And fames the best aphrodisiac known to man, cause now we holding hands/
Saying 'lets blow this stand', and I hate to spoil plans/
Now that we rolling, I'm the Trojan man, she's stroking it fast/
I'm jonesing for a**, but I almost choked on the gas when I opened her pants/
So potent a blast of fish that It was scary, man/
I s*****ed the pine tree from the rearview mirror then sandwiched it within her hairy clam.
Chorus:
This is just another sad song/
For times like this, when everything's mad wrong/
You missed your chance, you gotta keep your pants on/
When things don't go your way.
Go your way.
It's another a**less night/
When the shorty your with isn't acting right/
You're forced to f*** chicks who aren't half as tight/
When things don't go your way.
Go your way.
V2 (24)
I got p****, p****, p**** on my mind and it's killing me/
2 or 3 at a time, menage a trois or a trilogy/
I really feel the need to sing this song/
Cause I dated a bi-chick for 3 years and I never got my threesome on/
There's only so many tricks that one woman can teach a s******/
And even Cheech & Chong agree, more than one freak sure beats the bong/
But, I've reached the wall, and yo, I've only failed,
Knowing that getting the most available hoes with tail to bone & bail's the holy grail/
Now for the solo male there isn't the fattest chance in hell/
You can ask two bad frat chicks to nail without landing your a** in jail/
And that's the real haphazard deal, when one set of t*** ain't enough/
Ya' want wetter c****, save the hunt, Son, you better just pay to f***/
The way my luck is, on whether I'll get or get got/
Is slim, but if the chance comes, I can't front, I'll give it a shot/
And I'm s******* you not, the day came when I was put to the test/
Because of my stage name I met these three hookers looking for s**/
They claimed Janessa, Brooke & Beth were their governments/
And they wanted to triple the pleasure, triple the fun like they were doublemint/
I'm stuttering, I'm looking down at my d*** 2 chicks is rubbing it/
Beth tells me just to look at her tongue and then imagine my c** on it/
Then, suddenly one of 'em starts crying, some s*** bout her ex-man/
And when one chicks in need, the two others WILL ditch the s** plan/
With staff in hand, I'm asking, "Is it the time for this s***?"/
From the back of the pack I hear, "Can't you keep your mind off your d***?"
Chorus:
This is just another sad song/
For times like this, when everything's mad wrong/
You missed your chance, you gotta keep your pants on/
When things don't go your way.
Go your way.
It's another a**less night/
When the shorty your with isn't acting right/
You're forced to f*** chicks who aren't half as tight/
When things don't go your way.
Go your way.
l***, once ya feel it in your bones, yo, you know you can't stop it/
Understand? Let me expand while we're on the topic/
I date plain Janes, hot chicks/
But I usually only f*** with female pilots cause they got the illest c***pits
Ha, and if the crotch fits, wear it/
I'm the type of Martha Fokker to ditch a b**** the day before I meet the parents/
She's embarrassed she's dating a rapper - with baggy pants/
Pick her up from mass, system on blast, grabbing her a**/
Glad we could smash, but I gotta move on to the next chick/
I'm an outgoing male, I send one off, and I get one back like Netflix/
Now get this, when you're s**ually reckless, you could have a girl that cooks you breakfast/
But still seek the rejection of some leggy temptress/
She's like your petty deathwish/
You be dressed in your best s***, tryna silence the skeptics/
Upset kids called her a hoe, and you hoped to god it was true/
Cause see, a hoe f*** everybody, And a b**** f*** everybody but you/
I'd forget about it, but soon, I behold it's a sign
Envisioned a c**ed-out Whitney singing "Moment In Time," when I told her I rhymed/
And fames the best aphrodisiac known to man, cause now we holding hands/
Saying 'lets blow this stand', and I hate to spoil plans/
Now that we rolling, I'm the Trojan man, she's stroking it fast/
I'm jonesing for a**, but I almost choked on the gas when I opened her pants/
So potent a blast of fish that It was scary, man/
I s*****ed the pine tree from the rearview mirror then sandwiched it within her hairy clam.
Chorus:
This is just another sad song/
For times like this, when everything's mad wrong/
You missed your chance, you gotta keep your pants on/
When things don't go your way.
Go your way.
It's another a**less night/
When the shorty your with isn't acting right/
You're forced to f*** chicks who aren't half as tight/
When things don't go your way.
Go your way.
V2 (24)
I got p****, p****, p**** on my mind and it's killing me/
2 or 3 at a time, menage a trois or a trilogy/
I really feel the need to sing this song/
Cause I dated a bi-chick for 3 years and I never got my threesome on/
There's only so many tricks that one woman can teach a s******/
And even Cheech & Chong agree, more than one freak sure beats the bong/
But, I've reached the wall, and yo, I've only failed,
Knowing that getting the most available hoes with tail to bone & bail's the holy grail/
Now for the solo male there isn't the fattest chance in hell/
You can ask two bad frat chicks to nail without landing your a** in jail/
And that's the real haphazard deal, when one set of t*** ain't enough/
Ya' want wetter c****, save the hunt, Son, you better just pay to f***/
The way my luck is, on whether I'll get or get got/
Is slim, but if the chance comes, I can't front, I'll give it a shot/
And I'm s******* you not, the day came when I was put to the test/
Because of my stage name I met these three hookers looking for s**/
They claimed Janessa, Brooke & Beth were their governments/
And they wanted to triple the pleasure, triple the fun like they were doublemint/
I'm stuttering, I'm looking down at my d*** 2 chicks is rubbing it/
Beth tells me just to look at her tongue and then imagine my c** on it/
Then, suddenly one of 'em starts crying, some s*** bout her ex-man/
And when one chicks in need, the two others WILL ditch the s** plan/
With staff in hand, I'm asking, "Is it the time for this s***?"/
From the back of the pack I hear, "Can't you keep your mind off your d***?"
Chorus:
This is just another sad song/
For times like this, when everything's mad wrong/
You missed your chance, you gotta keep your pants on/
When things don't go your way.
Go your way.
It's another a**less night/
When the shorty your with isn't acting right/
You're forced to f*** chicks who aren't half as tight/
When things don't go your way.
Go your way.