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 thats 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 theres 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/ Cuz 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/ Cuz, ya-ya-ya-

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