Issa, issa, should I save her? I wanna be saved It's 1994, and fools need to miss me be saving these foes You know how these tricks be, be buying them clothes Wanna taxi those on voles with the beat And have them sitting next to them in the front seat But not smokey, I'm a hog about the V And my motto is bust a bash and hit the throttle Till it's smoky, talking on my okey-doke Worldwide, I got a Clyde jumping Chunky-O Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane What's that fool name? Captain Sable, thanks! More faster than a speeding bullet to put on his cape I pulled it, faked it, faked it, funked the folk Not me, that's not the way to do it Captain mother effin' Sable, so came to me Flexin' just like a little old bitch, all up in front of my company I had to check him fast with his jacked up and bunkin' Talkin' to him while I'm beating him down, puffin' beer Talkin' about potty, you gon' retrospect something Issa, issa, should I save her? I wanna be saved Issa, issa, should I save her? I wanna be saved Issa, issa, should I save her? I wanna be saved Issa, issa, should I save her? I wanna be saved Mr. Super Snitch, Mr. Super Trick Yeah, you wanna kill me cause I tossed your chick You shoulda had your cape on tight that night Cause her brother like to shot show, pull up some rides And now you're out here straight callin' me, lovin' me On the under for the Puno store that I be And don't you come in my face with that trick * If you try some more * I got to get the ***, any bitch that I want, but I tell Cause bitches nowadays'll get you caught up in some * Ow, now, I'm not tryna save you gals And how come when I was broke he wasn't around? No, sick The other day you see me smobbin' down magazine With some old sucka in your car lookin' at me mean I stopped in the middle of the street, reached under my seat to *** my heat Man, it's that same old buster that I got into with at the club last night Man, the suits can't fade, they batch-made and so they start Those suckas with no heart don't want no part to this Go rollin' with the funk mob And when it's *, the pumpers pick them double up So what you want when we roll through your hideout? I let my mac get off, and then I rise out With your dick smokin' like a dope thing You're straight savin' a man, and that's the best thing Or is I, or is I, should I save her? I wanna be saved I'm lovin' tricks when I'm pimpin' and even snitches just for my riches Captain, save me, it's all good if you're slippin' It's all good, as long as you're payin', yeah It ain't my fault if you get sprung on my land I'm takin' G.A. check, go to the bank, hey If you're comin' for tea, you get stank, mate, ha As long as a trick comes falling down It gives me all the sex to put on my suit and clown But make that man take care of your kids Make that fella call your kids his Make that mork get out there and work Make food while you're doin' Burke It's all part of that sucker, take care of me *, it's whipped food, come save me Bitches out there, be on the lookout for Captain Save him though, cause he's savin' the Or is I, or is I, should I save her? I wanna be saved Or is I, or is I, should I save her? I wanna be saved Or is I, or is I, should I save her? I wanna be saved Or is I, or is I, should I save her? I wanna be saved I wanna be saved I wanna be saved I wanna be saved I wanna be saved I wanna be saved