[Intro]
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Ay cameraman, give me an up and over nigga
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I'm 'bout to run this bitch
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[Chorus: Obie Trice]
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Baby we can keep this thing on the low
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No one gotta know, when a nigga come through
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See, I just wanna fuck you
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And you just wanna fuck me - our secret creepin
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Know a nigga got a hoe
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And she got a home, that she gotta go to
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See, I just wanna fuck you
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And you just wanna fuck me - our secret creepin
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[Obie Trice]
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These niggaz think they bitch ain't cheatin
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She in the club every week deceivin them
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Hangin out with Toneisha and them
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All in V.I.P. tryin to meet a new G with them
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Yeah nigga, yo' relationship right
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But your bitch got a dick on the side
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You fell in love so she know what you about
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You don't get her high, always on time
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She need a nigga that's gon' fuck her brains out
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Send her home, put her pussy in your mouth
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Niggaz get comfortable, fall in love
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They don't wanna fuck no mo', they cuddlin up
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But see your wife is a slut, she's just tryin to nut
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She wanna get rammed but her man ain't the one
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So on the other hand she plan to get done
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by a nigga who tell a lil' some'n some'n like
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[Chorus]
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[Obie Trice]
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Don't get mad at Obie
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This is, harsh reality your broad's a freak
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She wanna get it in wit'cha homie
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Trust me, behind your back this week
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Behind her lunch break there's a meet
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Behind all that it's a low-key freak
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But baby don't get it twisted, us niggaz is dogs
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It takes five minutes to fuck, back onto y'all
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Catch him up, naw, but you seen what you saw
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That nigga say "It wasn't me"
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He gets puss like around the clock
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Wife ain't watchin niggaz bouncin on the twat
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Even Peter boy diggin it out
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All on the countertops drillin the trout
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Fucked up thing babe it's your bridesmaid
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This ain't J. Springer, this is Obie
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[Chorus]
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[Obie Trice]
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Nigga had his share of broads involved
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But when they hit the gan' they just start to bawl
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They say, "I don't know why I got your balls in my jaws
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My man take care of the fam, no flaws"
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No psychiatric visit bitch can help ya
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You just like dicks in your throat, helpless
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Niggaz come through, beat up your pelvis
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Then you run back to whom think you precious
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At home she like Aunt Jemima
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All alone she like anacondas
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Your man want answers, why play me dishonest?
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Then he seek counsellin to keep Pocahontas
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Niggaz pokin holes in there homie, be honest
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You got a hoe fo' sho' for a Madonna
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Dudes don't recognize the drama
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'til another nigga get his thighs, got her and tell her
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[Chorus]
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Secrets
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| Obie Trice |
