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Oh, yeah, welcome back to Battle Of The Sexes Radio

Where it is 12: 45 in the AM

And disturbin' the pieces are in-studio guests

Our hot-line is lit the fuck up with people with relationship issues

Caller number one, you are on the air

Yeah, man, y'all tell me if I'm crazy 'cause this girl in here trippin'

You know what I'm sayin', I'm a real man, I take care of home

I take care of my kids, I pay all my bills, I, I mean I ain't gon' lie

I may check a little female from time to time on the side

You know what I'm talkin' bout but what man don't

So how can I break this down to her?

Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation?

Yo, get your money right, ladies, let me sign your own checks

But don't call me after midnight unless we havin' sex

Don't ever assume nothin', a man gon' be a man

A groupy gon' be a groupy, a fan gon' be a fan

These tricks gon' keep on trickin', so hustlers gon' keep hustlin'

Long as there's new poochie, them dogs gon' keep fuckin'

So don't be all up in my phone, replyin' on women's pages

I thought your mama told you, you should never talk to strangers

Don't ever ask no questions that you really

Don't want the answers to

Stop poppin' up at the mouth or like Nino Brown

I'll have to cancel you

Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue

Half of you always seem to want some nigga to pamper you

And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you

And if he wants to act a fool, I'll show 'em what they gotta do

Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to

Then your name will follow with "Eh, whatever happened to?"

Exactly, that's just what she needed

You damn right, player, alright, thank you for callin'

Man, next caller, yeah, I hear you but let's talk about

The fake ass brothers with the 24's

But can't pay the note on their lease

And my nigga with this high style chains

But I can't get him to pay his damn child support

That's why we makin' more money

Ownin' our own property and right

Just as nice, so now, I guess if we want to

We can bare ya'll too now, huh

Interestin', Shauna, you wanna stick on this one?

Get your man right, nigga's, get a bitch that can keep up with you

I'm tired of thinkin' to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck with you

Got stuck with you, sick of your childish games

And all the stuff you do, I probably mentioned your name

Put you to the game, I've had enough of you

I seen your type before, doin' your 4's all over the floor

He's flashin' his chain's, he's flashin' his dough

He drinkin' the fifths and drinkin' them all

But what you don't know this nigga bro

He can't even afford the smokin'

Back in the hood off the hustlers and Jeez knows he's the joke

That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it

I tell him, beat it, nigga

Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga

DTP stayin' the zone like we on BCP

Chrome on the SS Shawn, I bowly recip thee

Ya'll niggas ain't on my level, why do it so poor?

Pineapple in berry, we feel it's sup-goo

Lightnin' is Sup-doo, I get my own stay

That's why I leave them too, honey, they never call back

That's why, Shauna, pussy rule the world

Yes, it does, next caller, what's up?

Man, what's up, this is Marv, I wanna know

If ya'll got somebody to talk to these triflin' ass women

Like me, I'm a good man but all these good men get treated like shit

Our friends callin' at 3: 30 in the mornin'

Marcus don't wanna talk about no numbers

Marcus wanna talk about that ass and I ain't havin' it

Ya'll got someone to talk to these women?

'Cause they need to be told

I-20, you better talk to 'em

Yo, get your money right, ladies, tell the man to get gone

But don't you show up to my crib with your period on

This is lesson one, baby, listen, how should I begin?

Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend

You're lyin' to yourself if you don't think you want more

So don't you call me insecure when he's so whoopy to go

You all claim to have substance, self respect and some class

But half naked in the club, Miss. Steady shakin' your ass

Screamin' I ain't got enough to touch you under your skirt

But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth?

I'm on the streets and you're trippin' I don't make you feel safe

I stay at home and you're complainin' that I think we need space

I'm not sayin' that it's fair but it's the way that it is

Ain't no nigga tryna marry you with four or five kids

It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart

A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin' my part

Yeah

Preach, my brother, preach, I hope every woman there heard that

And you better believe they did and some millions of people listenin'

That's our show for this evening, ladies and gentle man

I gotto get a piece of ass my damn self, alright

Check at same time, same place tomorrow

Battle Of The Sexes Radio signin' off, good night