[Intro: 50 Cent & Ma$e]
Ohh!
This (this)
The top feel so much better than the bottom (Is)
So much better (The remix)
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Ma$e]
Ja, you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why (I know why)
Jada, you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Joe, you's a window shopper
In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive
Nas, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Verse 1: Ma$e]
Yeah
If a chick get out of pocket, I’ll fix her right hurr
Could only be Ma$e in the Russian white fur
Red monkey to match it, tuck my ratchet
And any dude snatch it, he bound to catch it. (c'mon!)
Queens and Detroit girls love my flavor ('vooor…)
B'more, VA, girls they neighbors ('booors…)
I be out in J'ville, something to cater (that's right)
'Cause when it come to Bougie, broads, I don't need paper
But, oh, out in NC, oh, they how they miss me
Spur four door Bentley, rims all crispy (you ain’t never lie)
But I’ll be in canary, 'cause I really don’t like white
And if a dude, play me wrong, it’ll be night-night
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Ja, you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada, you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Joe, you's a window shopper (whoo!)
In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive
Nas, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy
It's funny how niggas get to screw-facin' at me
Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from
So I don't cruise through nobody hood without my gun
They know the kid ain't gon' fall for all that bullshit
Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip
It ain't my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game, who told you put a G up?
Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right
But when I come around y'all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the systems thump
Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Ja, you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada, you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Joe, you's a window shopper
In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive
Nas, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at LAX and I hop in
Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin' G at a bitch like a pimp, mane
Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang."
She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
Then we can go from fully dressed to just havin' no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, mane
Listen mane, shit changed, I came up, I'm doin' my thang
Homie, I'm holdin', holdin', holdin'
Oh shit, mane, the store owner watchin' you
Before somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Ja, you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada, you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Joe, you's a window shopper
In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive (mixtape king)
Nas, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Outro: Ma$e]
Everybody put your hands in the air, everybody put your hands in the air
Everybody say "50 Cent", everybody say "50 Cent"
Window shopper, window shopper
You'll scream!