[Master P]
  Who dat call the police
  Yo ma called the police
  I got five on the lips
  But I ain't payin for the ass
  You just got yo hair fixed
  So can you pump a nigga gas
  Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick
  I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick
  C-Murder called you hoes like some fuckin crash dummies
  It ain't love when the motherfucking sex cost money
  I ain't dissin you hoes
  I just don't love you hoes
  In yo raggedy ass Girbauds
  When you swangin on them poles
  Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife
  And if you dippin I can't put you in my life
  Cause all hoes suck dick
  Let me tell you dog hoes you fuckin with
  See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes
  (But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes
  Talk that shit now roll with it
  Ya warefare check hoe go get it
    [chorus]
  [P] Check dem hoes
  [Traci] Check dem niggas [4x]
    [Traci]
  Check dem hoes nigga is you crazy
  You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me
  (?) in front yo boys like you made me nigga
  I hold my own ????????
  Reppin like you gon shine
  Nigga you is a waste of time
  Gettin that ho to step to me
  I gets down for mine
  Me and my girls we don't play no games
  Fuck you lames
  When you walkin on side of me
  I'm bringin you pain
  You can talk that shit about suck yo dick
  Get a grip
  Broke bitch you ain't the shit
  You know who you fuckin wit
  Drop a baby for you
  Nigga you must be sick
  Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks
    [chorus]
    [P] Who dat call the police
  Yo ma called the police
  [Traci] Who dat call the police
  Yo pa call the police
  [P] Dem hoes call the police
  [Traci] Dem niggas call the police
  [P] Check dem hoes
  [Traci] Check dem niggas
  [P] Talk that shit now roll wit it
  Yo warefare check ho go get it
    (911 operator, did someone dial 911?)