Ludacris, I-20, Shawnna - B.O.T.S. Radio lyrics

Awww yeah
Welcome back to Battle of the Sexes Radio
Where it is 12: 45 in the AM and
Disturbing Tha Peace is our in-studio guest
Our hotline is lit the fuck up
With people with relationship issues
Caller number one, you're on the air

Yeah man, y'all tell me if I'm crazy cause
This girl in here trippin
Y'knowmsayin? I'm a real man
I take care of her
I take care of my kids, I pay all my bills
I mean I ain't gon' lie
I may check a lil' female from
Time to time on the side
Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't?
So how can i break this down to her?

Ludacris, how do you feel
About this particular situation?

Yeah, get your money right ladies
Learn to sign your own checks
But don't call me after midnight
Unless we havin sex
Don't ever assume nothin, a man gon' be a man
A groupie gon' be a groupie
A fan gon' be a fan
These tricks gon' keep trickin' so
Hustlers gon' keep hustlin
Long as there's new coochie then
Dogs gon' keep fuckin
So don't be all up in my
Phone replying to women's pages
I thought your momma told you
You should never talk to strangers
Don't ever ask no questions that you
Really don't want the answers to
Stop poppin off at the mouth or like
Nino Brown I'll 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 that'll do for him but not for me
I'll probably baffle you
And if he wants to act a fool
I'll show him what the gat'll do run along
Go find somebody to snitch
Or go chit-chatter to
Then your name will follow with
Ay! Whatever Happened To?
(Exactly, that's just what she need to hear)

You damn right playa
Aight thank you for callin man next caller
Yeah I hear you but let's
Talk about the fake-ass brothers
With the 24's but can't pay
The note on they lease
And my nigga with his iced-out chain
But I can't get him to
Pay his damn child support
That's why we makin mo' money
Ownin our own property and ride just as nice
So now, I guess if we want to
We can bail y'all too now, huh?
Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak
On this one?

Uhh, yo, get your mind right niggas get a
Bitch that can keep up wit'chu
I'm tired of thinkin to myself why in
The hell did I ever fuck wit'chu
I'm stuck wit'chu
Sick of yo' childish games and
All the stuff you do
I'll probably mention yo' name but true to
The game I've had enough of you
I've seen yo' type befo'
Throwin yo' funds all over the flo'
He flashin his chains and flashin his dough
He drinkin the fifths and drinkin the Mo'
But what you don't know this nigga broke
He can't even afford to smoke
And back in the hood all the hustlers
And G's know he's a joke
That's why I cheat a nigga
Just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga
Real bitches true to the game
That's how you G a nigga
DTP stay in the zone, like we on PCP
Chrome on the SS, Shawnna blow there recently
Y'all niggas ain't on my level
I do it so hood
Pineapple and Belve', we feelin' so good
Lightning is so wood, I get my own stack
That's why I leave him 200
And never call back
(That's right Shawnna, pussy rule the world)

Yes it does, next caller what's up?
Man what's up, this is Marcus
I wanna know do y'all got somebody
To talk to these triflin-ass women?
Like me, I'm a good man
But all these good men get treated like shit!
All friends callin at 3: 30 in the mornin
Marcus don't wanna talk about no numbers
Marcus wanna talk about that ass
And I ain't havin it!
Y'all got somebody to talk to these women?
Cause they need to be TAUGHT!
I20 you better talk to 'em!

Yo, get your money right ladies
Tell the man to get gone
But you don't you show up to
My crib with your period on
This is lesson one baby, listen
How should I begin?
Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend
You're lying to yourself if you
Don't think you want mo'
So don't you call me insecure when
He show up at your do'
You all claim to have substance
Self-respect and some class
But half naked in the club
And steady shakin yo' ass
Screamin I ain't done enough to
Touch you under your skirt
But who the hell are you to tell
Me what my money is worth?
I run the streets
And you trippin I don't make you feel safe
I stay at home and you complainin
That I think we need space
I'm not sayin that it's fair but
It's the way that it is
Ain't no nigga tryin to marry you
With four or five kids
It may sound a little harsh but
It's straight from the heart
A nigga didn't write the scripts so
I'm just doin my part, yeah
(Preach my brother, preach! I hope you women
Out there heard that)

And you better believe they did
It's millions of people listening
But that's our show for this
Evening ladies and gentlemen
I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self
Alright? (c'mon baby)
Check us same time, same place tomorrow
"Battle of the Sexes Radio" signing off
Good niiiiight