b*tches on the Ding Dong lyrics

[Chorus: Mr. Cee]
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong

[Verse 1: Mr. Cee]
It's Mr. Cee, on the microphone
You know a gangsta like me can never go wrong
b*tches see, fill they need
Are on my jock as if they was greedy
For my di*k, or my motherf*ckin' ding-dong
Whatever you wanna call it, it's still going on
A Harbor Road player, b*tch, I'm gonna slay ya
You say, "eat me out," I'm pullin' out your Jadas
Your extensions, f*ck, I hate to mention
A b*tch like you, sh*t, I tried to lynch you
With my motherf*ckin' di*k around your neck
So strong, that you was hanging from my ding-dong

[Chorus: Mr. Cee]
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga")
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga")
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga")
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga")
[Verse 2: Black C]
Yes me, the B-L-A-C-K C
Comin' straight out the diggy-diggy-HRD
Young punk, you better get back
You sucka new jack, before you get sprayed by the Black
Young Chris, a motherf*ckin' factor
And when the sun go down, a straight jacker
Have you been in this f*ckin' situation
When a b*tch start pumpin' on her f*ckin' menstruation?
Punk trick, you poppin' them NoDoz
Tryna play me out like a b*tch named Yo-Yo
Or should I say a hoe though
I'll manipulate your lips and wrap it around my ding-dong
Or should I say my King Kong
Six inches round and seven inches long
So listen to this funky song
'Cause it's going to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong

[Chorus: Mr. Cee]
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga")
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga")
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga")
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga")
[Verse 3: Mr. Cee]
Some hoes don't laugh, some hoes do
Well, if you pull out my ding-dong, you're getting screwed
Get you high off dank, your potnas pull a fade
I scoop 'em, wondering, f*ck, I'm going for the gank
Move, so drop the panties
So I could bust a nut and wax that fanny
Then I'll roll on my back, you start to ride me
f*ckin' you so good I thought your pus*y was crying
Then you get up and say "thank you"
Kiss my di*k before I have to spank you
I got a di*k that's black and long
But on Harbor, um, it's called a motherf*ckin' ding-dong

[Chorus: Mr. Cee]
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga")
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga")
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga")
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga")

[Verse 4: Black C]
Black C, down for the cause
Take her to the motel, go up in the drawers
'Cause I'm a player, a motherf*ckin' rhyme sayer
When it comes to b*tches, I'm never fair
'Cause a n*gga like me is on the ruthless tip
I grab a thick b*tch and then I take a dip
To the motherf*ckin' mo-mo, 'cause I'm not a homo
415 Frisco and I've got it going on
The domino, droppin' folks just like dominoes
Them jealous ass n*ggas, yeah, y'all got drama, hoes
Or should I say tricks
Hoes hanging from the nuts and you wanna hang from my di*k
It's the motherf*ckin' last time
You see the sunshine tryna f*ck with what's mine
Jealous n*ggas getting socked in the nose
And this coming from Harbor Road and going out to the hoes
[Chorus: Mr. Cee, Black C]
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga")
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga") My boy Switch ding-dong
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga") The whole Bankroll Posse ding-dong
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga") Frisco's ding-dong?
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga") Palo Alto ding-dongs
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
("Stay off my di*k, n*gga") On Oaktown's ding-dongs?
This goes to the b*tches that's hanging from my ding-dong
f*ck it, all our ding-dongs