Yo, this goes out to all the Tameeka's, yeah All around the world, you know who you are, I see you Hey yo I might this shorty up on 125th She was standing 5'4" with her hands on her hips She had the clothes on, capris send it to the tip Body when she walks, she pulled the keys to the whip I was laughing in the Bentley when the stop-light changed Thought I just might but 5-0 flipped the game She looked at me as I made my way As I rolled up I asked what's your name Tameeka, hot chick, what chick, got chick Now she's about to blow your spot chick Tameeka, you know the type that mom's don't want you hanging with Tameeka, and if you gotta girl make sure she the one your bringing with Tameeka, hey yo she ain't the one to be playing with I talk black about things I do Guess she could tell cause my rocks got blue And every man ain't gotta different girl like you Is he what, is he cool But as I got a mess on the platinum two-way Said she'd see me the Friday Friday came and went That was a week and I ain't seen Tameeka since Meeka who could do you betta than the one you with No more shoppin' on 1-2 fifth, you could run through Tiff's Who else, you'd rather be in a V 1-2 if Other than young F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S I'm a hot kid, hot vid and I don't got kids Benzs, Bentleys and they don't got lids Meet me then you can say you know a roller I don't tak to chicks unless it's through Motorolas Plus the kid ain't the one to be playin' with either Look at me and tell I have trouble stayin' with fevas I be layin' with divas, and I don't like nothin' but And not the one that be playin with beavas It's something about the way your switch it shakes The airbags almost came out when I hit the brakes The others got Mickey-D's, I'ma get you steaks My mom's hatin' tellin' me not to hang with you, for real