[LL Cool J] [Thomas harmonizing in background]
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I'ma give all y'all somethin, word up
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Word up - all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one
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Uh-huh.. they gon' be like,
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"Yo you, you need to listen to that joint L made"
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Heh-heh.. word up
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That's the joint you gotta listen to, y'knahmean?
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Check this out y'all
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I got the key that fits the lock of a real dog's mind B
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The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see
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Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat?
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Slap me one day then Sunday he's so sweet?
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To me and mine, this nigga's hard to define
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cause he beefin when he broke but he arrogant when he shine
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It fucks you up, you wonder if you wastin time
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Mention marriage, he lit a Dutch and peeped out the blinds
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What different niggaz feels in they hearts is scary
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I used to say shit like,
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"C'mon baby, you should be honored to share me"
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She used to throw the cakes up, plus the burger was hairy
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I used to have to think of shit to keep 'em comin, you niggaz feel me?
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Baby or no baby I wasn't loyal or nuttin
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Just me and my niggaz on tour, frontin and hittin somethin
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Red lipstick prints all over my drawers
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Oh you wanna be an actress huh? Well my movie's hardcore
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Like Dungeons & Dragons; gettin brains in a Benz wagon
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Step out, jeans saggin, crew laughin
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Gettin blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece
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Nuttin but the dog in me needin to be released
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This is us
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[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
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You know that I do, the best that I can
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But you don't seem to love me no more, no more
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I try to please you, and be your man
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But you don't seem to love me no more, no more
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[LL Cool J]
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The flipside of the coin, what team you wanna join?
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You in The Tunnel every Sunday exposin your tenderloins
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in every rap cat's face, with some ol' flirty shit to say
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Need to go home, wash your kids up, and put your tits away
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Me and my clique in motion, champagne and Alize
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Got your mind bubblin crazy, wanna flip Cool J
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Spend your last on your hairdo, but you ain't save a dime
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to put your child through college baby, now have you?
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Go get a job interview, your bad-ass kids a curfew
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and skip that "Bills Bills" shit broads is goin through
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I know this prostitute who said that life ain't cute
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Child born with a destiny only God can dispute
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Players giggle and laugh, flashin gats and cash
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My dogs don't care about you Boo, they like your ass
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Told me if I call and your man answer, ask for L
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so he can say, "No L live here," our code is ill
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Tell him you about to catch a flick with Sherell
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Plottin and schemin in the shower, masturbatin on the cell
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The neighborhood hustler, that cat we all know
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That nigga we grew up with, son from next do'
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My dream was to flow and escape the hell below
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but the demons in my life set fire to my dough
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I thought about murder, I vowed my revenge
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like the devil's pumpin hate through my heart with a syringe
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This is us
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[Chorus]
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[LL Cool J]
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They say a man gon' be a man, but that's only half the scenario
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You nag a cat, you givin him a license to fuck a hoe
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When a man come home late, he want his girl to say hello
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Not hear all that bullshit, bout, "Nigga where you go?"
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Fried chicken ready, t-shirt and panties at the stove
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Messages written down, blunt rolled ready to go
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Give me a hug, not too long, give me space
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When a cat got issues don't need you all up in his face
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Rub your breasts, kick back, smile a little
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If it's rainin outside, chill, listen to the drizzle
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Now kiss my chest, call me Superman
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Pull down my boxers by the Calvin Klein band
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(?) wash it, enjoy the flavor, I return the favor
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This behavior, should save ya
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from me all night freakin, with a nineteen year-old
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half naked Puerto Rican, creamy ass leakin
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Every man will agree, when she nag it's killin me
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I don't always wanna talk about how the world is shittin on me
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I sip some Alize and meditate the pain away
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And get in my own zone where I wanna be alone for solo
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Reminisce with photos
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And missed opportunities to make some dough flow, you know?
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Chill, relax baby, support me from the background
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Believe in my drea |