U.S. Open

(albüm: 16 Wit' Dre - 2006)

Da U.S. Open (uh, hello, uh)
Let the games begin (hello, uh, hello)

You white around the mouth
Your lips need car-mex
I'm steady jumping out more whips than Car Max
I'm rock star stooey with the Louie guitar strap
Get weeded not conceded
Give a groupie a call back
I'm all that and a bag a chips dude
Got fists dude
Beat downs get issued
I'm rich dude
TV's and errythang
Diamond's shining, dangling...

You white around the mouth
Your lips need car-mex
I'm steady jumping out more whips than Car Max
I'm rock star stooey with the Louie guitar strap
Get weeded not conceded
Give a groupie a call back
I'm all that and a bag a chips dude
Got fists dude
Beat downs get issued
I'm rich dude
TV's and errythang
Diamond's shining, dangling from my heavy chain
Very plain, and I come dumb with it
Your soft, hand it off, let a real nigga run with it
I'm dumb fitted, shitted, P-O-L-O
Your chick's a flirt
She always tell me "Hello"
She shake it like jello to see if I'm a look
She off the hook
And potna I'm a crook
I take your bitch if I want her
Cuss up on her
Bust nuts on her

Handcuff your bitch (handcuff the bitch)
If you really love her (if you really love her)
Handcuff your bitch (handcuff the bitch)
If you really love her (if you really love her)
Handcuff your bitch (handcuff the bitch)
If you really love her (if you really love her)
Handcuff your bitch
Handcuff your bitch
Handcuff your bitch
If you love your bitch