B.O.T.S. Radio Video (MV)

Oh yeah, Welcome back to the
Battle of the sexes radio,
Where it is 12:45 in the
A.m n disturbing the pieces
Are in studio guests,

Our hotline is lit the f*ck up
With people with relationship issues,
Caller number one ya'll I'm air,

Yeah Man, yal tell me if I'm crazy
Because this girl in here trippin,
You know what I'm sayin,
I'm a real man, I take care of my
Home, I take care of my kids,
Pay all my bills, I mean I ain't
Gone 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

Get your money right Ladies
Let me sign your own checks,
But don't call me after mid night
Unless we havin sex,
Don't ever assume nothin
No man go be a man,

A groupy gone be a groupy
A fan gown be a fan,
These trick gown keep on trickin
Those hustlers gown keep hustlin,
As long as there's new pouchy
Dogs gone keep f*ckin,

So don't be all up in my phone,
Replyin on womens pages,
I thought your mama thought you,
You should never talk to strangers,
Don't you ever ask no question
That you really don't want to answer,

So soon stop popin up at the mouth
Like Neno Brown will have to cancel you,
Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on
The avenue, half of you, always wanting
Some nigga to pampa you, and I don't 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 the gat will do, run along go find
Somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to,
Then your name will follow with A
What ever happened to...

[On Radio:]
Exact-del, that's just what she need-ele...
Damn Right player AIHT, thank you
For callin, next caller,

Yeah I hear you
But, let's talk about the fake ass brothers
With the 24's but can not pay the note
On they lease, and my nigga with this
High style chains and I can't get him
To pay his damn child support, that's
Why we makin mo money and ownin our own property,
And right just as nice, so now, I guess if we want to, we can bare ya too now

Interestin, Shauna you wanna
Stick on this one?

[Shawnna:]
Get your mal white nigga's
Get a bitch that can't keep up with you,
I'm tired of thinking of myself why
In the hell did I ever f*ck wid you,
Don't stup wid you, sick of you
Childish games and all the stuff you do,

I proberly mentioned your name, but
You to the game, I've had enough of you,
I've seen your type before doin the 4's
All over the floor, he's flushin his chain's,
He's flushing his dough, he drinkin the
Fifths, then drinkin them all, but you don't
Know this nigga brawls, he can't even
Afford the smokin, back in the hood
Off the hustlers in an jezz, no he's
The Jo, 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, yawl niggas ain't on my
Level, why do it so sup-pou, Pine apple
In berry we feel it's sup-goo, lightning is
Sup-doo, I get my own stay, that's why
I leave them to honey, they never
Call back, that's why I'm Shaun, p**sy
Rule the world,

[On Radio:]
Yes it does, next caller,
What's up

Man what's up this is Marv, I wanna
Know the log that some body talk to
This 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 morning
Marcus don't wanna talk about no numbers,
Marcus wanna talk about that ass,
And I ain't havin it, ya got someone
To talk to these women, because they
Need to be told, eye twenty you better
Talk to em,

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, em,

Ain't no such thing as a plutonic
Friend, your lying 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 substances,
Self respect is some class,
But half naked in the club,
Miss steady shaking 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 are
Trippin I don't make you feel safe,
I stay at home and you are
Complaining that you think we
Need space, I'm that san hadded
Sphere but it's the way that it is,
Ain't no nigga tryna marry you
With four or five kids,

And they sound a little horse
But it's straight from the heart,
A nigga didn't write the scripts
So I'm just doin my part,
Yeah,

[On Radio:]
Preach my brother preach,
I be woman that heard that,
And you better believe they did
And some millions of people listening,
That's our show for this year,
Good ladies and gentle man,
I got to get a piece of ass my damn self
AIHT, check at same time, same place
Tommorow, Battle of the sexes radio
Signing off, good night!