“You got the number, it’s on you to make the call
You know I cum quick; help you re-decorate your walls
Cut your backyard, don’t have to act hard to get the cock
And if I’m goin too far, I take it out and wipe it off
and put it back up, and keep going
You tryin to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin
that your pussy’s been tampered with
Then you show him the new trick of how you can lick it, smoke a cancer stick
You be workin it like a dancer bitch, it’s hard on me
Not to give you all of my time, that you wanted
You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed
I’d rather spend my mornin diggin through some records instead
But, tonight, I guess it’d be aight if we can touch bases
Hookup somewhere and exchange some “Fuck Faces”
I know your man’s lookin for ya, he’s always tryin to run ya
Don’t worry bout me handcuffin gul cause I just wanna fuck witchu”
Devin The Dude, from Dr Dre’s “Fuck You”, off The Chronic 2001.