"Im staring at ya eyes ya cute in the face. But Im checkin' on the a$ and its lackin' a lot of bass".  That's beautiful, man.  Except, that from the rhyming scheme I can't tell if the last word should be pronounced as it it were the lower end of the musical register or a large mouthed freshwater fish.

Franks and I get out the phone book and call up' random Caucasian broads' from the Nation of Islam bookstore and bellow this.

Gurl ya a cutie but ya got no booty...Gurl ya a cutie but ya got no bootay...Gurl ya a cutie but ya got no bootayy...Gurl ya a cutie but ya got no bootayyy...Gurl,Gurl,Gurl,Gurl,Gurl, ya a cutie but ya got no booty...I see ya checkin' me in the club, ya know I got da dubs. Ya feelin' all up on a playa, I aint gonna delaya. Im staring at ya eyes ya cute in the face. But Im checkin' on the a$$ and its lackin' a lot of bass...gurl...ya a cutie, but ya got no booty, cutie but ya got no booty. Ya fyne in da face, and ya thin in da waist, but ya got no booty...I said ya aint got no booty. We can be partners but thats all thats goin' down, if ya had a big booty though I'd take ya across town. I aint a hata, but big booties is what I prefer. So ya dont got a big booty, Im gonna simply differ. Ya calling me up, trying to convince a playa. I said it once, I'll say it again...Gurl ya a cutie but ya got no booty...Gurl ya a cutie but ya got no bootay...Gurl ya a cutie but ya got no bootayy...Gurl ya a cutie but ya got no bootayyy...Gurl,Gurl,Gurl,Gurl,Gurl, ya a cutie but ya got no booty...