First verse:
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My nigga C
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he's from Texas, I'm from Tennessee
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we do our thang wit them thangs
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makin' currency.
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He got the hook up with Columbians and Mexicans,
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he wraps 'em up and ships 'em out
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and I supply the ends.
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Excellent, profits got us livin elegant
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Laundry mat style washes away the evidence.
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Get on a plane every weekend and visit
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I would visit his town, and he would visit Memphis.
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Take the nigga clubbin' Embassy Suites and freaks,
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up all night sippin' 'Tuss and smokin' 'Sweets.
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One weekend I'm in his town, his crib,
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you really must trust a nigga to show him where you live.
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Fly scenery Space age things and big screens,
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in the den shootin pool, puffin on some good green.
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In walked a woman, it was C's fiancee,
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he said that he loved her and would marry her one day.
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Her name was Angela, damn she was fine
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I admit I had evil thoughts rushin' my mind.
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Moschino fittin tight she was dressed to kill,
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she winked, but I didn't think the hoe was for real.
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Chorus:
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What am I supposed to do,
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when I'm takin' a chance fucking wit you.
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(my homeboy's girlfriend)
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If someone found out about us,
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then someone is gonna get fucked up.
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(my homeboy's girlfriend)
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Second verse:
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The smell of breakfast, woke me up from my dream,
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bacon sizzlin, searching for the kitchen like a fiend.
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What I seen, straight took me by suprize,
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Angela half naked not trying to hide.
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she saw me lookin, but kept cookin what's up wit that?
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she invited me to sit down and said that she'll be right back.
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I poured a glass of O.J. and pulled up a seat,
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Angela came right back and sat next to me.
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Kissed me on my cheek and said "Ball you cute
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I don't know what it is, but it's just something about you."
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With her hand on my leg she kissed me on my neck,
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I said baby chill, this is too much disrespect.
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If C walked in he'd be a mad mothafucka,
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and ain't no pussy gonna come between brothas.
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Lovas we can't be 'cause that's bad business,
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"Ball you can have all of this and there will never be a witness."
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All in my lap on my early morning hard dick,
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grindin on it, pullin it, before I knew it suckin it.
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Ended up fuckin it, i guess I'm a weak man,
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It's hard to understand my homeboys girlfriend.
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Repeat Chorus:
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Third verse:
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Me and C jumped in the Benz, and hit the town for awhile,
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I can't believe what just happened, man this shit too wild.
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If C finds out he might trip and try to kill me,
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and I ain't the type of nigga that's gonna feel guilty.
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Later on, we were at the pad kickin back,
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C had to make a run to go and serve a pack.
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Before he made it out the driveway good,
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Angela was all on me tryin to suck on my wood.
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On the pooltable, on the floor, man what a whore,
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I was looking out for C, she was beggin me for more.
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An hour later, C walked through the door, unaware,
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that I was just in his lady's underwear.
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I flew home the next day still reminiscin,
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not believin that I just dicked down my homies misses.
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This is a fuckin trip man,
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I would never understand my homeboys girlfriend.
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Repeat Chorus:
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(music fades out)
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My Homeboy's Girlfriend
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| 8Ball & MJG |
