"Don't let your baby catch you foolin' around
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You just might lose the best thing that you ever found"
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[Intro] [Rhymefest talking]
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Aight we cool. Myspace, nuhuh. Facebook? Haha. Black Planet?
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Oh no! You know what you know what? I lost one or two of 'em
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Catch you foolin' around. Look look look look look look look, now now...
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[Verse One] [Rhymefest]
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Now I was blessed with a brain and a dick that's fine
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I only got enough blood to use one at a time
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If you into givin' head, we'll be usin' our mind
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But my girl get home at six we can't be losin' the time
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All men cheat
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Don't act like it's a new thang
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I got numbers and try to disguise them in dude's names
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Like Anthony/Angie, Timothy/Tammy
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I be back I'm goin' to see my homie "Pat" up in Miami (bye!)
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Get back from Miami
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My girl got a jammie
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"What the hell is these cause they ain't Timothy's panties!"
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I'm like, "I-I bought 'em for you."
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Lies I got caught in a few
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I got a girl and fuck as often as you
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All men cheat
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Hit strip clubs, trick dubs (make it rain!)
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Lap dances and dick rubs, forget love
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Once or twice tricked the rent off
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Showers two in the morning
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You ain't gettin' clean
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You washin' the scent off
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[Dres speaking]
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Listen. This is Dres. And I'm tryin' to let you know seriously
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You like your flavor of the month. You gotta lick it correctly
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I myself, I done licked all kind of flavors
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I mean, otherwise it's just gonna run down your fingers
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And uh, you know what that's called? A mess
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[Verse Two] [Rhymefest]
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You said your man got you candies and flowers last weekend?
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(Awww, he's so sweet!)
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No, THAT nigga cheatin'
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No wonder he be comin' home, smilin' and cheesin'
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You should fuck me now, he gave you a reason
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Don't leave him
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Or try to key up his van
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On the real baby girl, he's just bein' a man
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What? You want you a faithful compan-ion?
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Well you should run and get a dog cause all men are hogs
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And we gonna say whatever it take to get in them drawers
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If you don't cheat you must be gayer than the Kids In The Hall (HEY!)
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How the hell you expect me to survive
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Look at how fine them girls is, half naked down on Lake Shore Drive
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And you want me to stay in line when
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They playin' Clipse in the club and all the girls get up and start +Grindin+
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Jewelry on my neck, swingin' and shinin'
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If you got a tape deck homie, start rewindin'
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Foolin' Around
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