Released on October 7, 2003

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[Verse 1: Madlib]

What, I just wanna lay you back

Nah, you ain't gotta count my stack

Nah, it ain't goin down like that

Damn, yo' ass is fat

I just wanna hit it, and quit it, if it's on like that

If I ever have to call your back

'Cause you got a man, and I got a woman

But one ain't enough, I need more to keep me comin'

And I'm runnin' away, 'cause it's time to play

Nowadays, chickenheads all wanna date a DJ

MC, sport star, nigga with some mo-ney

That means locked down... girl laugh like that shit's funny

I wish some of these broads cooked better than they look

'Cause nowadays, they get you hooked, overbooked 'til you shook

Niggas, look, and learn for your own concern

These broads heatin' shit up on mosh I burn

Down in the projects, or even up in the hills

Shit's real, these women want money and deals...

Yeah, get paid


[Interlude: sample]

"Now you know how it is brothers and sisters

When two brothers and sisters get to fightin'

Them motherfuckers get killed! Damn right

How they go at your ass for BLOOD!

You better damn believe it, baby

They don't fight like they're fightin' a stranger

No, they're fightin' to kill, baby

And that's a damn shame, 'cause that..."


[Verse 2: Madlib]

Nowadays, your boy probably tryin' to hit your girl

While you tryin' to work to buy the ho diamonds and pearls

Fo' sho'! It goes down, like the girl on her knees

Tryin' to please every nizzle, gettin' drunk, smokin' trees

While you 9-to-5, 'bout to 25-to-life it

That ho on some sheist shit, 'cause you find out how trife, it's

The way it is, all she wanna do is swallow kids

This hollow dip's out to lunch, all up on a trip

A nigga like me ain't even got time for it

'Cause I ain't givin' up shit unless I want to give it

Niggas slave to the grave, from the weak down to the brave

Smart to the stupid gettin' stuck by Cupid

Nowadays, clock G's, ain't got time for deez

Fake dumber than Louise, even though they OOH-WEE!

Nowadays, nowadays, niggas smile in your face

Havin' friends is a waste, detrimental like a nigga ten pace

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five...

Four... (YEAH!) three... two... ONE!


[Outro: Madlib]

Yeah, uhh, here we go, c'mon

Yeah, yeah, yeah