Be Gone

Feat. Big Tymers [Chorus ­ 3x] (Sung) Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do [Mannie Fresh] He told me number three was cheap Wit a chick, wit a stick, yeah them girls be freakinCheckin' in motels every other weekend Say brah ­ I can't picture lil' one eatinBoy you ain't know ­ fo' sho' she creepinWhile she been tellin' me dog, she goin' to meetings Meeting Kitty wit her mouth That's what yo' chick 'bout Man, pass me my asthma pump, put lil' one out Sometimes I be likin' ­ when seenin' chicks dykinPissin' on each other, mud wrestling, and fightinHair everywhere, sratchin' and bitinPass me my asthma pump again man, this shit exciting I be like, "let's get jumped" like a game of checkers And I done cheat more chicks, than Nelly sold records E.I, C.I, turn a chick out Then give it to another chick and leave it up in her mouth [Chorus ­ 2x] (Sung) Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do