Songtexte: God-des and She. She Does It Best.

Hi
My name is... not Eminem

They want to know
Who's that girl
Not eve
It's me, mainstream
With a catch kinda like Shines Arrest
Why?
Because I'm coming out my closet
And nothing anybody does can stop it

Dear Mama
I'm sorry they call me Big Papa
But I'm so damn cute all these ladies want to
Take their shirts off and wave em round and round in the air
Like a helicopter
And all these dudes wanna
Study my game but they'll never understand it like Madonna's fame

So you better
Move bitch, get out the way
Cause I'm so damn gay and I display skills for days
Trying to get paid like Anna Nichol
Never Gucci clothes
Strictly triple 5 soul
I turned to Fat Joe and told him that my flow was more tight
Than the thongs in San Francisco's video

(Its the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best
Yes God-des she does it best
Its the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best
Yes God-des she does it bestIts the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best
Yes God-des she does it best
It's the G-O-D it's god-des)

I'm not H to the izzle
I'm D to the dizzay
I called up Macy Grey but she forgot what to say
I asked Justin Timberlake
If they know just hit was a mistake
He looked pissed
That's not a dis thats a question I learned my lesson
Like North Korea's confession
I'm sorry Mr. Jackson for humping your girl then dumping your girl
But now she got common sense in the world
I got diamonds and pearls, but I'm not Prince

I'm more like Mary Flynn
Even more like TLC cause I creeped yeah right in the hands of P Diddy
Til he narked on me
You had a girl but she ran ran ran
Right into the hands of another man and then a different one

Hey, yo, Jenny
He's no fun
You need to get with me (cause I'm real)
Tough my butt feel

(Its the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best
Yes God-des she does it best
Its the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best
Yes God-des she does it bestIts the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best
Yes God-des she does it best
It's the G-O-D it's god-des)

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Where my girls at?
I know you love this track
You got your stereo set to play it back
I won't crack like the kids on American Idol
I won the title cause I'm the only judge
Whatever Simon says, It wont make me budge
I won't hold on to a grudge like I'm Suge Knight

Ay! Yo, dog, I don't wanna fight
I wanna light up the stage
Make drama like a Shakespeare play
Name a holiday after me: the G-O-D-des
You'll never catch me in a dress
The only dress you'll ever find was the one on your girl's behind
Damn! She's fine
And she's always there when I call
And she's always on time
And while you all pray to god, Your lady's prayin to my shrine, Homie

(Its the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best
Yes God-des she does it best
Its the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best
Yes God-des she does it bestIts the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best
Yes God-des she does it best
It's the G-O-D it's god-des)