[AMG]
Aw yeah! AMG's in the motherf*cking house!
I got somebody I want y'all to meet
Here's my sister.. ("b*tch!")
[Verse 1: Bo$$]
Yeah back again and again and again, it's the Bo$$, damn right
In the mood, I feel like f*cking with a n*gga tonight
And can't no motherf*cker slow me down, hold me down
Yo if I was you I wouldn't f*ck around
Cause I was one to start static
Watching a n*gga look up the barrel of my automatic
When a n*gga panic, I just sit back and laugh
And if you got something to say, you motherf*cker that's yo' ass
So save the what cha say and all that bullsh*t
A lady like the B ain't in the mood to be f*cked wit yo
Cause I'm a slick b*tch yo, the way it has to be
Call me a true b*tch cause my b*tch is coming naturally
Yeah, that's the way it is, I just can't quit
When it comes, to f*cking your feelings and all that type sh*t
The brother AMG calling me a trip
Call it what you want, cause yo this sista is one hell of a b*tch
[Chorus: AMG]
Yeah y'all, my sista is a ("b*tch!")
Yeah y'all know, my sista is a ("b*tch!")
Aw yeah, my sista is a ("b*tch!")
Yo 'Shell, kick it to the next sh*t ("b*tch!")
[Verse 2: Bo$$]
Let me, correctly break it down to ya, the term b*tch
A sista straight up clownin ya, cause the n*ggas ain't sh*t
So get this, this the season for the ladies to get even
In the nineties we doin all of the D-O-G'n
Let it be known we know what's going on
n*ggas be creeping and freaking, ho after ho every weekend
But see I'm out to get a grip, a sista like myself
I'll grab the gat and get hazardous to a n*gga's health
And for the trick n*ggas something's up my sleeve
And so you better check for your dough before you go
Today I feel like doing dirty sh*t, being a b*tch so to speak see
I think I'll be a b*tch all week, me and the D-double-E
I got the sh*t you can't get with, hell yeah
Straight dogging, cause this b*tch is legit
[AMG]
Yeah y'all, y'all know this is my motherf*cking sh*t
That showed you how to kick that sh*t (uh tell 'em)
[Chorus: AMG]
Yeah y'all, my sista is a ("b*tch!")
Yeah y'all know, my sista is a ("b*tch!")
Aw yeah, my sista is a ("b*tch!")
Yeah y'all know, my sista is a ("b*tch!")
1991 and '92 ("b*tch!")
Bo$$ is in the motherf*cking house ("b*tch!")
AMG's in the house ("b*tch!")
Yo G, kick it..
[Verse 3: AMG]
A n*gga wit too much di*k to f*ck wit
AMG's got the forty ounce, come and take a sip
Hoes love me cause "Word to the D" bumps
di*k for the chick, gun for the chumps
And yes, I love b*tches it's true
Suck my di*k, it's about 90 proof
You might get drunk you punk
With cha big ass and your female funk
Sliding a wave of thighs from your jiggable pie
You're burning so fast, you can probably start a fire
b*tches ain't nothing but pus*y with a attitude
She might f*ck, or she might make your balls blue
And yo, smack the ho with cha di*k
Cause she's on some new improved sh*t
Cause this ho is a ("b*tch!") that ho is a ("b*tch!")
So my sista is a motherf*cking ("b*tch!")
(ha ha ha ha ha...) Ha ha ha ha, yeah y'all!
b*tch, yeah
For the '92, AMG and Bo$$
Making cash, ha ha ha ha
Yeah.. ("b*tch!")