To Tha Girlz Lyrics - Erick Sermon

Yeah, Mega, uh-huh 

Yeah, wh-wha, wha-wha-what? 

Woo, uh-huh 

y'all stinkin ass bitches out there 

Squad, uh-huh, 610, Megahertz, what 

Yo yo sup, be chicks over here 

Shhh, everybody let's go, yo, yeah 

"Brother things done got too far gone. 

We got to let the girls know what they got to do for us!" 

[Erick Sermon] 

Yo, I like 'em nine-ten-tewelve, you know what that spell 

Done fingernails and their toes as well 

I dig a big boned chick, but that's just me 

I like my baby phat, like (?)Amora Lee 

E-D I'ma sage, I hit 'em with the arrow 

The girls think I'm Cupid, I'm like, "It's me stupid" 

Yeah, I want a girl to prefer an independent 

To do somethin different with her, cash I'll spend it 

Chicks that got, they proud cause they made it 

They can't find a man cause dudes intimidated 

Intimidate me? Show me the money and the crib 

and the car, that's yo' new Jaguar? 

A workin woman, attracts to E 

Don't mind doin for dem, they don't need me so 

females take heed to what I'm sayin 

Tonight's the night, and me and my niggaz ain't playin 

[Chorus: Erick Sermon] 

Yeah, to all the girls I might take home (huh) 

To all the girls I might take home (huh) 

To all the girls I might take home (huh) 

Excuse me, may I have your attention? 

Can I.. (yes you can) Can I.. (yes you can) 

Can I.. (yes you can) Can I.. (yes you can) 

[Erick Sermon] 

Yo, yo, I need a girl too, but not you 

I'm not bein rude, I'm a differen type dude 

I'm not gonna trick on you, I'm not Houdini 

I seen you somewhere before you seen me 

But, but I wasn't hot though (no) 

No power no mojo, played me like an old Volvo 

Yo' kind been there (uh-huh) 

You got highway miles on you girl, so why would I spend there 

You want champagne to sip then you buy it 

See how it feels sometimes, homegirl try it 

Don't stop there, for real 

Do it again next time when you out, pay for the meal 

Uhh, already been there, uh, so I'm tellin you 

It's a "Scary Movie," Tori Spelling move 

Ain't nuttin changed, same song as "Golddigger" 

Same rules apply for the same-ass nigga, what? 

[Chorus] 

[Erick Sermon] 

Yeah, aiyyo here's a few rules, don't approach me 

in any fashion chick, without the proper tools 

Yeah tools meaning school, a job, things 

A place that's yours, so you can slam doors 

Cause without that, talkin to me, no need 

You're grown and I already got kids to feed 

So unless you my baby momma 

I don't want the Dave Hollister drama cause that's bad karma, trick 

[Chorus]