Lyrics:

You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish

(Tech)
Unga bunga bunga, ingda bing da bunga/ Its fun ta hunt the cunt ta ding the ding ta feed muh hunga/ I jump on a bitch, pump on a chick, crunch 'n' munch on a clit, dunk on a dick, somethin' sunk in it quick, krump in it bit, humpin the Ninna, bring the thunda/ I be the king'a kung, up in ya spleen, the weenas on ya/ I - eat it up like sufamunda, cheese between lisagna/ I - skeet it up, n giddy up, fiend fa cream, va-geena tongue/ Then feed the need, we lump fa huntas, easily we done ya

The gal sho look like fuck food ta me, might as well, bitch, I know you suck dudes for free/ I can smell slit, when I'm in lust to a degree/ If the shell fits, I'm the dust, you is dibres, trick/ If you one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish/ We come for the wonder chicks, whos buns're thick to make my lumber spit/ And my whole crew hunt/ Want some'a that new chum/ Kerri Hilson, sho looks good/ Taste good too punk

You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish

(Irv Da Phenom)
(?) Take notice I'm approachin, scopin out where the cushion at/ snatch her out this habitat, soon as I stab my hook in that/ Can't stop lickin' my chops, watchin her walk, n now I'm look at - them pair of apple bottoms 'n' that bomb donka that she put in that

I got bottle full'a captain 'n' jack, n I'm ready to get it crackin', baby now tell me whut'chu wanna do/ I got a package full a magnums that's back at the pad if you wanna attack, then I'mma be strapped up for you

And all ya home girls, baby bring the whole hurd! Its open season for pillow squeezin, n leavin' toes curled/ Inebriated, slightly faded, time to get it poppin/ Pull u p the bus, open the doors, n all the bunnies hop in/ Show me her naval ring, said there's one more underneath it/ Tech I don't believe, Kalli whut you think?
(Let me see it!)
The newest member of the Drill Team/ I'm on the prowl/ Just a wiff'a the feminin scent I'm equpin for infinite pimpin', its goin' down/ See baby girl, I'll beat it up, and put it in a headlock/ When I snap 'n' go primevil on that ass, makin' the bed rock

You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish

(Krizz)
I'm a sexual preditor, better alert the neighbors/ 'Cause they desprite house wives, is just my flavor/ Darth Vadar, pullin out my light saber/ And they like my hard candy covered now and later/ Spear chuck'a mutha (HEY!) I'm a hunta, gathera/ Lookin' for a super soaka 'n' lofa ladderal/ Bend'er over then ya stroke her, I mean ya stabbin'er/ Get to pokin, get to strokin, I mean ya ravage'r/ (?migowa?) I'm eatin bush babies right out the showa/ Dine with me 'n' N9ne, byin fine wine/ We devour ya, carnivourish niggerish/ I gobble the top ya like it was licorish/ I even tell fat girls (HEY!) come here, are ya ticklish? Dirk Diggler, might hurt'cha but might fit'cha/ Honey want a hunt'cha just ta hit'cha/ S'go on, take a chance, when I advance, don't freeze up/ Somethin' in ya pants I wanna beat up/ 'Cause, ya-ya-ya-

You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish