Verse 1 (Vinnie Rouge)
What's wrong with these young fathers
People sexing like they ain't got no rubbers
I think the whole world's a bunch of easy lovers
Only attracted to fun in between the covers
In the schools, yeah they tryin' to stop prostitution
But we still got slutty chicks here schmoozin'
In their SUV's, dodging STD's
The birds and the bees and the forty D's
But if you always knock boots on the first date
Then you're gonna have kids when you ovulate
And when you ovulate, then you tell your date "Great
I got your kid, better hope you're my soul mate"
Marriage is what you contemplate
And then you find out how alimony operates
So you gotta think hard "fore you copulate
Kick his ass to the curb and masturbate if he starts that debate, where my kids y'all

Chorus (Q-Girl)
People boinking just like bunnies
Mommies asking where's my money
Playas looking for a ride
With four exes on the side
Children yelling, Dad, we're hungry
People just can't live like this
Got me asking, if you're in the club,
Where are your kids?

Where are your kids,
Where are your kids,
Where are your kids,
Where are your kids, your kids, your kids?

Verse 2 (Ambidextrus)
(Dexter)
It's just weird to see, two kids or three
Dad puffs a tree while they watch TV
If parents' love is so strong
Why are there pieces of Lego in the john
While you hit the bong
(Sinister)
Molly's got gas and needs some Tums, the little ones
While Chase got a cavity, nursing bleedin' gums
So ask yourself, are you payin' all your bills
Before you ask yourself, is that girlie lookin' ill
(Dexter)
Does the car that you ridin' in make it not so frightenin'
That your kids are livin' on some Flintstones multivitamins
You remember the mother, goes with each brother
You got one on the way and you 'bout to add another
(Sinister)
The truth is no secret, you love playing the field
Say you love all six kids but your love is not real
Where's your kids y'all (I dunno)
Where's your girls y'all (I dunno)
Where's your kids y'all?

Chorus

Verse 3 (Diva Alesh)
I feel the weight of a hand on my backside
Stay off of my bad side, yo, I'm getting bad vibes
Most of y'all only care about making whoopie
Carelessness got you having kids and saying oopsie
Blaze up a spliff and think that I'm gonna sleep with ya
In the club grabbing me, try to make me creep with ya
Said you did some jail time, for the piece you keep with ya
Y'all wanna act like the girls steady peepin' ya
Yo, whatever happened to the value of monogamy
Whatever happened to employment and stability
Instead of running game you should be stacking chips for me
Lack of independence leading you away from getting me
That's the reason why sometimes I give the finger
That's the reason why sometimes I laugh out loud
No wonder why I don't give out my number
Gotta leave the club when guys like you around

Chorus