Son, I just wanted to just take her hair and just yank her yo

Oh my God, you should've, you should have

I just wanna throw her down the stairs

I can't just stand her (oh my God)

Oh my, you know how it is? Yes, I know, girl, I know

You know? I know

(Put a little sound for this)

Better didn't know that I'd be back

Better put down the pipe stay off that crack

Sober up and get some sense

I'm gonna take you higher than Manhattan rents

Better get on up and put it down

Party people, let's gather around

It's plain to see, I'm Hello B

Here to get it started A-S-A-P, I study hard, and I pass my tests

Never let the haters ever get me stressed, my crew's the best

And they got my back, my bodyguard Kev, may give you a smack

But he'll leave you alone if you behave

This ain't White Castle, but I'm what you crave

I need you all to feel me here

Guys and girls in the front and rear

Knock 'em out the box and jack it up

Turn it back around and crack it up

Gotta get outta town then pack it up

Killin' me soft, Roberta flack it up

All of my pimps gotta mack it up

Cuties with booties better back it up

Put 'em on the wall, just tack it up

Everybody take your hands and smack it up

(You had better smack with this)

Off the meat rack and off the chain

Make you go crazy, make you go insane

It's about to rain, but it's no thang, Gucci umbrellas I'm openin'

Gotta change the weather and take a trip

A little R 'n' R so I don't slip hop on a ship, better yet a plane

Head Down South with no delayin' in a under a day New York to J.A

Take in the sun, you know catch some rays back on the jet, fly to JFK

Gotta do an interview, what can I say, I'm in demand

The number one choice here to rock the place for the girls and boys

If you know what I mean, I wanna hear you shout

Now it's my turn to turn it out

Knock 'em out the box and jack it up

Turn it back around and crack it up

Gotta get outta town then pack it up

Killin' me soft, Roberta flack it up

All of my pimps gotta mack it up

Cuties with booties better back it up

Put 'em on the wall, just tack it up

Everybody take your hands and smack it up

(Better smack with this)

Photo shoots are a daily thing, people linin' up just to hear me sing

If you gimme a ring, then I'll be true

Psyche, I'm too young, and you're a damn fool

You'd better stay in school and get good grades

Bag it on up, don't wanna catch aids like you with diseases

And other stuff, you try to battle my crew but we're too damn tough

Powder puff, dandruff, little black hoodie girl, huff and puff

And blow this house right on down, everybody gettin' Krunk

In every town, the champion sound control the place

Stylistic girls in a rude boy face no time to waste, let's get it on

Get up and do your thing to this song

Smack, smack 'em up

Knock 'em out the box and jack it up

Turn it back around and crack it up

Gotta get outta town then pack it up

Killin' me soft, Roberta flack it up

All of my pimps gotta mack it up

Cuties with booties better back it up

Put 'em on the wall, just tack it up

Everybody take your hands and smack it up

Knock 'em out the box and jack it up

Turn it back around and crack it up

Gotta get outta town then pack it up

Killin' me soft, Roberta flack it up

All of my pimps gotta mack it up

Cuties with booties better back it up

Put 'em on the wall, just tack it up

Everybody take your hands and smack it up

Smack, smack 'em up, smack, smack 'em up

Smack, smack 'em up, smack, smack 'em up