B.O.T.S. Radio (Album Version|Explicit) - Ludacris/I-20

Lyrics by：Rashawnna Guy/Bobby Sandimanie/Andrew Harr/Jermaine Jackson/Chris Bridges

Composed by：Rashawnna Guy/Bobby Sandimanie/Andrew Harr/Jermaine Jackson/Chris Bridges

Oh yeah

Welcome back to the

Battle of the sexes radio'

Where it is 1245 in the

Am and disturbing the pieces

Are in studio guests'

Our hotline is lit the f**k up

With people with relationship issues'

Caller number one yall I'm on air'

Yeah Man' yal tell me if I'm crazy

Because this girl in here trippin'

You know what I'm sayin'

I'm a real man' I take care of my

Home' I take care of my kids'

I pay all my bills' I mean I ain't

Gone lie' I may check a little

Female from time to time on

The side' you know what I'm talking bout'

But what man don't so how can I break

This down to her'

Ludacris how do you feel about

This particular situation

Get your money right Ladies

Let me sign your own checks'

But don't call me after mid night

Unless we having sex'

Don't ever assume nothing

No man go be a man'

A groupy gone be a groupy

A fan gown be a fan'

These trick gown keep on tricking

Those hustlers gown keep hustlin'

As long as there's new pouchy

Dogs gone keep f**kin'

So don't be all up in my phone'

Replying on womens pages'

I thought your mama told you'

You should never talk to strangers'

Don't you ever ask no question

That you really don't want to answer'

So soon stop poping up at the mouth

Like Neno Brown will have to cancel you'

Handle you' stop the ride' leave you on

The avenue' half of you' always wanting

Some n***a to pampa you'

And I don't do for him

But not for me' I'll probably baffle you'

And if he wants to act a fool' I' ll show em

What the gat will do' run along go find

Somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to'

Then your name will follow with A

What ever happened to

Exact-del' that's just what she need-ele

D**n right player AIHT' thank you

For callin' next caller'

Yeah I hear you

But' let's talk about the fake a*s brothers

With the 24's but can not pay the note

On they lease' and my n***a with this

High style chains and I can't get him

To pay his d**n child support' that's

Why we making mo money and ownin

Our own property'

And right just as nice' so now'

I guess if we want to' we can bare ya too now

Interestin' Shauna you wanna

Stick on this one

Shauna

Get your mal white n***a's

Get a b***h that can't keep up with you'

I'm tired of thinking of myself why

In the hell did I ever f**k wid you'

Don't stup wid you' sick of you

Childish games and all the stuff you do'

I proberly mentioned your name' but

You to the game' I've had enough of you'

I've seen your type before doing the 4's

All over the floor' he's flushing his chain's'

He's flushing his dough' he drinking the

Fifths' then drinking them all' but you don't

Know this n***a brawls' he can't even

Afford the smokin' back in the hood

Off the hustlers in an jezz' no he's

The Jo' that's why I cheat a n***a'

Just when he eat it I tell him beat

It n***a real b***hes' true to the game'

That's how you G a n***a'

DTP staying the zone' like we on BCP'

Chrome on the SS Shawn' I bowly

Recip thee' yawl n***as ain't on my

Level' why do it so sup-pou' Pine apple

In berry we feel it's sup-goo' lightning is

Sup-doo' I get my own stay' that's why

I leave them to honey' they never

Call back' that's why I'm Shaun' p***y rule the world'

Yes it does' next caller'

What's up

Man what's up this is Marv' I wanna

Know the log that some body talk to

This trifling a*s women like me'

I'm a good man but all these

Good men get treated like s**t

Our friends calling at 330 in the morning

Marcus don't wanna talk about no numbers'

Marcus wanna talk about that a*s

And I ain't having it' ya got someone

To talk to these women' because they

Need to be told' eye twenty you better

Talk to 'em

Get your money right ladies

Tell the man to get gone'

But don't you show up to my

Crib with your period on'

This is lesson one baby'

Listen' how should I begin' 'em

Ain't no such thing as a plutonic

Friend' your lying to yourself if

You don't think you want more

So don't you call me insecure

When he's so whoopy to go

You all claim to have substances

Self respect is some class

But half naked in the club

Miss steady shaking your a*s

Screaming I ain't got enough

To touch you under your skirt

But who the hell are you to

Tell me what my money is worth

I'm on the streets and you are

Tripping I don't make you feel safe

I stay at home and you are

Complaining that you think we

Need space' I'm that san hadded

Sphere but it's the way that it is

Ain't no n***a tryna marry you

With four or five kids'

And they sound a little horse

But it's straight from the heart

A n***a didn't write the scripts

So I'm just doing my part'

Yeah

Preach my brother preach'

I be woman that heard that'

And you better believe they did

And some millions of people listening

That's our show for this evening

Good ladies and gentle man

I got to get a piece of a*s my d**n self

AIHT' check at same time' same place

Tommorow' Battle of the sexes radio

Signing off' good night