Hey, yo Van, let them ho's know:

It's hard for the kid to get hooked
I want the skins, and then I want the ends out your pocketbook
And I ain't with ya on the stick-around
I got a woman. This is just somethin' for the kick-around
And I ain't ever been a lover
But more like a one-night, one-nut brother
Yeah, I'm known to bust a load
Throw the rubber away, and get to easin' down the road
The only reason I'm in it
Is for the flow and to run your credit cards to the limit
'Cause if I'm giving up the weanie
Then I think I deserve to sit inside you felini
And I prefer your man not know
That I'm pipin' ya down and spendin' homeboy's flow
So just keep it on th DL
So no one will know, so no one can go tell
You keep giving up the honey-dip
'Cause you you won't get piped if you ain't right on the money tip
It's three things I get here
I get the money, get the honey, then get out like last year...

Lass Uns Leben