Da First Date Lyrics

Da First Date lyrics

Intro]  

 (Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good)  

 [Man:] So what's up with you right now?  

 [Girl:] What you mean what's up with me? What's up with you?  

 [Man:] I'm trying to find out what you want to do  

 [Girl:] I think I need to go home chill out, relax  

 [Man:] I think you need to go with me and lay down and relax with me  

 [Girl:] Naw it's too early for that  

 [Man:] Too early? I been thinking about it for a long time  

 [Girl:] But I just met you I don't do that...on the first date  

 [Man:] Been with a man you should have been doing it girl, what's wrong with 


 you?  

 [Girl:] What's wrong with you? You ain't getting none  

  

 [DJ Paul]  

 The shit started off real well  

 Real swell the bitch was talking lovely  

 She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8:30  

 It'll be my first time hitting this bitch I gotta work  

 I call me nigga Big L for about two ounces to serve  

 I jumped in some kinda fresh smelling like is it me?  

 I'm thinking I know I'm anxious this bitch is beeping me  

 This one right here is too wheezy I'm damn near scared of that  

 But I'ma let you boys know when I take care of that  

 I'm pulling up to the crib lights out  

 I hit her Nextel celli tell her to come on out  

 Stepping out of the crib sexy looking bad as hell  

 I'm knowing goddamn well I'm bout to get in that tail  

 So we pulled out first stop J&S liquor store  

 Don't you play no games young boy you know that's where I gotta go  

 She talking about going back to my crib but that ain't trying to happen  

 I changed the subject poured another cup and I kept on yapping  

 Jumped on the title of six hoping the hoe peeps game  

 Hickeys all over her neck so I know she got a man  

 I'm coming out can we fuck? I'm on my period  

 Bitch the lies  

 So I dropped the trick off at the first stop sign  

 And I'ma holla hoe  

  

 [Chorus]  

 My conversates  

 I'm trying to fuck on the first date  

 Weaving all on that oil but still you hesitate  

 I'm wasting time with this funk ass bitch  

 Riding round with this drunk ass bitch  

 Hoe let it bump  

  

 [Juicy J]  

 Chicken chicken  

 Don't be tripping  

 When I'm bout to spit this pimping  

 Stacking cheese and counting up easy cause you know I'm into winning  

 Heard your niggas like a pigeon  

 Punk ass faggotts always switching  

 See that Lexus that he ride in  

 I got that strapped on my wrist'n  

 Come on hoe and stop the fronting  

 Keep my dick from jumping jumping  

 Take a shot of fifths and liquor  

 But I can't be buying nothing  

 Where I'm from I can't be saying  

 Cause I'm just to cheap for paying  

 Can't be hanging drinking drinking  

 With this guru what a behavior (moan)  

 Bout to ball the troops to college  

 Watching haters ow they be falling  

 Looking for the freaky freakys  

 That be chewing the dick and swallowing  

 We can take a short'n riding  

 Through the cut to reach your housing  

 We can ride down to the river  

 While you work on using your mouth'n  

 Everybody know you going  

 Bet you probably saying oh no'n  

 Then I'm gonna teach you lessons  

 Stranglin all to death and rowing  

 And your sister know she with it  

 Cause she let me nigga hit it  

 Then she get the licking licking  

 Then she have to pay to quit it  

  

 [Chorus(x2)]  

  

 [Lord Infamous]  

 Bitch I don't wanna just hold hands  

 And listen to slow jams  

 I'm not with that romance  

 Or candle light slow dance  

 Hoe why don't you take a chance?  

 Ain't like you ain't fucked before  

 Come out those tight ass pants  

 Stop thinking that I won't call no more  

 Don't listen to the rumors that Lord will school ya and slide  

 You wanna wine and dine  





 But don't wanna bump and grind  

 There's plenty hoes that wanna bone  

 So next time we don't get it on  

 The next time you phone  

 You gets a dial tone bitch  

  

 [Koopsta Knicca]  

 There's many bitches that's fine as fuck  

 Tell me how many dicks that they done sucked? (say what?)  

 Them pretty bitches that like to suck  

 No telling, tell me how many niggas they done fucked? (say what?)  

 One to the honey bitch over in the corner  

 Two to the bitch on the porch  

 Take 'em to the bathroom  

 Dick them in the fucking moon  

 Make 'em 'til their toes rub on this side fuck  

 What the fuck you want though?  

 Could it be my back room door wide open  

 Naw you know that'd make me mad  

 The cheese in my pocket please for the head on the dash  

 Koopsta Knicca sleeping on the bitch on the weekend weekend  

  

 [Chorus(x2)]  

  

 [DJ Paul:]  

 Hoe get up out my shit!  

 Ugly bitch I aint wanna fuck your little stanking ass anyway bitch  

 Only reason I man motherfucking  

 Man took your motherfucking ass and babysitted you all night bitch  

 'Cause my nigga was trying to fuck you  

 Motherfucking dike ass greedy little ugly drunk  

 Stanking breath ass bitch  

 Cigarette smoking ass hoe  

 Get the fuck up out my car bitch!  

 (Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good