(Chorus: The Luniz)
  Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours
  Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
  Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
  Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes
  
  (Numskull)
  This rap here goes to all you player haters
  Hand cuff your hoes, that goes to all you Captain Save-Hers
  Me, my major industries gold teeth and diamonds
  Been grindin' for nine and half years now I'm rhymin'
  Reclinin' meal tickets couldn't be lookin' me in the eye
  I'm sigh now, clown that ass like Saturday Night Live (WHHHYYYY!)
  Because I'm all between they wife's thighs
  But all jokes aside I yoke the ride and roll the weed up at the same time
  While I drive I cross my heart and hope to die
  Hella high, it's the mobb blowin' greenery till we die
  So haters do me a favor, handcuff your briide
  I creep through when your husband's at the job
  Many hunners got players, baby mammas feedin' me all kinds
  of hibachi shrimp and I don't even rock Versacci pimpin dudes
  But when I'm through, you never knew I touched her
  Got her screamin loud as hell like Chris Tucker (aaaaah!)
  Handcuff your hoes
  
  (The Luniz)
  When I step in the house (niggas snatch they hoes up quickly)
  Niggas start breakin' out (cause they all wanna get with me)
  Cause they know they hoes ain't faithful (and my eyes is on them all)
  And I'll snatch them if I'm able (hey, put this lighter on the balls)
  Olly-olly-oxenfree, don't hesitate to give your hoes to me
  
  (Numskull)
  Uh, I'm used to stabbin' top notch and border coochies
  Just big booty, firm casabas, preferably groupies (WITH BIG THIIIGHS!)
  Makin' em ride they self up the wall easy
  Off the expecting them, feel breezy
  Do me a favor, take your hoes (HOME)
  Before you find your breezy (GONE)
  It'll be for life, only players when I'm beerin' at
  I want the better things in life
  Nice, he ain't hearin' that
  I ain't the nigga to be buyin' bitches clothes
  they know that and still keep
  So handcuff your hoes (handcuff your hoes)
  
  (Chorus: The Luniz)
  Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
  Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours
  Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
  Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (your hoes)
  
  (Yukmouth)
  Hey Mrs. Big Butt (why you always cry?)
  She fight all the time (Oh my, my, my)
  He's been cheatin' on you, but don't worry, please dry your eyes
  Just take a ride with smoke-a-lot, the master of high
  (HOW HIIGGH!), high enough to kiss the sky, on the real
  I wonder why beautiful girls date fat guys
  He must got his cape on tight, oh look up in the sky
  (WHHHYYY!), now that's a Captain Save-Her fo' sure
  Me being like that no, no, no, no, no
  I know some hoes don't want to be a dumb-dummy
  but don't play around and disrespect my money
  Like a gun I'll take you away
  And if you niggas act a fool, I'll spray you with the AK
  Just let me take the hoe (and go peacefully)
  Let me skip into the sunset (like tweed-de-lee-de-lee)
  I like to come and so do you
  If you can take one nut then you can take two
  And it's true, we likes to party (TO PARTY!)
  We likes to party
  
  (Chorus: The Luniz)
  Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
  Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
  Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
  Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (your hoes)
  Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours
  Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
  Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
  Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (your hoes), I'm breezy