Paula & Janet lyrics

by

Ice Cube


b*tch! That's a trademark

I was at my house not doing anything
Half past ten I heard the phone ring
When I picked it up, I said "Hello?"
The b*tch spoke up and said "What's up ho?"
I said, "b*tch, if you're fine it's my di*k"
Enough playing, who the f*ck is this?
She said "Janet" I said "Oh"
Met the b*tch last week at my show
I told her "Call me" and I gave her my card
She talked dirty and my di*k got hard
That night I f*cked the b*tch three times straight
Next night we made another date
I gave a concert and she came backstage
f*ck a b*tch, I'm trying to get paid
But that pus*y squeezed tighter than a vice grip
f*cked around and met this other b*tch
Right out the back I told her "b*tch let's go"
Took the b*tch to my limo even though
Her friend said I'm ugly, I ain't even fresh
She told her friend they f*ck the best
Rushed the b*tch to the back seat
She pulled up her skirt and f*cked the sh*t out of me
She said her name was Paula, b*tch turned me out
Took my di*k out the pus*y, let me c*m in her mouth
She kept sucking like a veteran, I couldn't handle it
The limo door opened, it was Janet
She jumped in the car, they started kissing and sh*t
I kicked back and let 'em have this di*k
I told the driver "Take me straight home"
Then called my partner on the car phone
I said "I'll hook you with a bad-ass b*tch"
Come to my house and don't even trip
He came over and we served the hoes
f*cked the b*tches like gigalos
Paula and Janet will make you wet in your pants
But to me, they're just two more tramps
With some good ass motherf*cking pus*y, no sh*t
Short Dog's in the motherf*cking house and I ain't even tripping, b*tch
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