[Intro: Lil Jon]
Yeah, yeah...
Lil Jon and East Side Boyz (That's right, bitch)
Suga Free (Suga Free)
That boy Snoop Dogg
Oobie, wassup girl?
And this n***a right here (Yeah)
Sing it to them Nate Dogg (Hey)
Sing it man

[Verse 1: Nate Dogg & Lil Jon]
Back in the days I use to like bitches (Uhh)
But I tell you now days bitches Ain't Shit (Tell 'em mane, tell 'em)
And if you wonder why I say this (Yeah, yeah)
I've had a lot of women and bitches think they slick (shoop-bop ??, hey)
Sneakin' around fuckin around whenever were not around (Always)
Actin' all sophisticated, spending money that she didn't make (Oh, ya)
I get so mad that I could slap her actin like she Cleopatra (Goddamn, hey)
Ain't no need to ask she's a slave to the money and I'm the master

[Chorus: Nate Dogg w/ Oobie, & Lil Jon]
That's why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday
Don't let no girl no bitch (hey) no man no n***a get in my way
I keep my gun with me (always) for peace I keep it right by my side (.45 Bitch)
Big Nate (hey), Long Beach (hey), OG (Lil Jon), Lil Jon (hey), tight beats, so come on let's ride!
[Verse 2: Lil' Jon]
What's up with these tryin' to play a n***a
Go to court these hoes straight slay a n***a
No more dick in yo pussy just stick with your throat
You ain't gon get no child support
Playing a n***a like you my one and only
Two-face hoe fucking me and my homie
But I love yo gurl, naw I was just playing
You say you love me if I was just paying
Why I gotta be like that, why must I chase the cat
Or really why must I chase the rat
N***a fucking bitches how bout that
Won't you buy me a drink? (Bitch hell naw)
Let me hit yo dank? (Bitch hell naw)
Won't you take me to yo crib? (Bitch hell naw)
Let's go to the mall (Bitch hell naw)

[Chorus: Nate Dogg w/ Oobie]
That's why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday
Don't let no girl no bitch no man no n***a get in my way
I keep my gun with me for peace I keep it right by my side
Big Nate, Long Beach, OG, Lil Jon, tight beats, so come on let's ride!

[Post-Chorus: East Side Boys]
Pimped out, jam
Tiggle it? Slam
Pimpd out, jam
Tiggle it? Slam
Pimpd out, jam
Tiggle it? Slam
Pimpd out, jam
Tiggle it? Slam
[Verse 3: Suga Free]
Now don't get me started
And never say what you won't do
Cause your just a Reese's Pieces away from gettin' turned out too
Now I can give that man dap
But how you gonna sue me for some child support
When you ain't sat down and wrote me a rap?
See you can't ride two horses wit one hand
Uh oh, Suga Free the last dinosaur from caveman ave
(Should I send her?) I toast to this
(So she can check the track) I toast to that
You can catch 'em on the dance floor, I toast to this
And you know she ain't got no panties, I toast to that
Gooshie-Gooshie-Mooshie-Mooshie-Bushy-Gushy
I can tell by the way she dance she's got some good pussy

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Thats why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday
Don't let no girl no bitch no man no n***a get in my way
I keep my gun with me for peace I keep it right by my side
Big Nate, Long Beach, OG, Lil Jon, tight beats, so come on let's ride!

[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, let me get a glass of that
Puff puff pass it back
Doggy Dogg with a classic rap
Blazing sacks back-to-back imagine that
I'm trying to holla at Shaniqua (Shaniqua)
Champagne for me and my peoples
VIP'ing, LBC'ing, DPG's, they'll be G's
Until the end of time (Time), and we'll continue to shine (Shine)
My games gettin' bigger, it's a wrap. church my n***a
[Verse 5: Oobie]
Let me tell ya about a bitch
Bitches are scandalous
Bitches don't give a shit
All a bitch want is that dick and money
You ain't get no loyalty
Cause a bitch gon' always scheme
They love it when you fuck em'
They love it when you leave em'
Better yet when you mistreat em'
Fuck a bitch, n***a you don't need em'
You bitches, ain't getting shit
'Cause my smart dogs ain't havin it

[Outro: Lil Jon]
(Hey, hey)
There you have ladies and gentlemen (There you have it)
Our description (Uh-huh)
Of how these bitches be actin' this
Motherfucka that can't be (Ha-ha, yeah, yeah)
All I gotta say is keep it pimpin' pimpin' (Keep it pimpin' pimpin')
And I don't trust these mothafuckin' hoes (Oh, oh)