[Intro: Killa B]
Chewin'
I get the chewin', I get the chewin'
I get the chewin', I get the chewin'
I get the chewin', I get the chewin'
I get the chewin', I get the chewin'
I get the chewin', I get the chewin'
I get the chewin', I get the chewin'
I get the chewin', I get the chewin'
I get the chewin'
I get the—
[Chorus: Killa B]
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Well it's the pimp player, ho layer, money making, bitch breaker
Take a ho to the motel and I save a
Spot for my row dogg, drinkin' on this eight ball
Don't y'all wanna' run a train on this bald head bitch
Suckin' much dick, quick, I spit mack shit, slick
On a hoes mind, fine with a big behind
I'm gonna' get her some, soon as she makes me cum
Off her nut, off her butt, Project Pat don't give a fuck
Fuckin' with the neighborhood, North Memphis, Hollywood
And I could, and I should ride in the Fleetwood
Roam with the tome to your neck if you caught slippin'
Bullet to the dome and you dead if you start trippin'
These women of the nine trait like to go for it
Kiss your neck, kiss your chest, then kiss up on the dick
Real pimp niggas like me leave these hoes astray
Knowin' I get the chewin', every goddamn day
[Chorus: Killa B]
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin', chewin, chewin, chewin, goddamn day
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin', chewin, chewin, chewin, goddamn day
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Freaky little dick suckers, money hungry cheese lovers
Suck a dick, do it quick, just so she can be your bitch
Trick, ain't nothing but you idle, wanna' have a players title
Idle of the ass, lock it, put the dick in fast
Cock it back, back, from the back, dollar bills the ho will stack
From a fool, who was lame
Sucker ain't hip to the game, just the same
Never in your life sell out to a bitch
Hook up with your row dogg, mane, and run through the bitch
Shoot you trick, lick the dick, just like they do popsicles
Ugly sluts, lick up nuts just like they do hot pickles
Nickel dime hoes dogg, yeah that's why I tell the story
'Cause I know y'all don't fit the category
Much glory is what I give to my roadies
Juicy J, Heavy C, and my nig Toby
They see like me and they down all the way
That's for gettin' the chewin' every goddamn day
[Chorus: Killa B]
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin', chewin, chewin, chewin, goddamn day
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin', chewin, chewin, chewin, goddamn day