What? What?
|
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
|
|
*Samples MC Lytes "Shut The Eff Up (Hoe)"*
|
|
I ain't the broad you want to curse out
|
Rip what's in the purse out
|
Oh yeah, you ain't heard how
|
The baby got nerve now
|
She think I like homie, putting her ice-grill on me
|
Nice build on him, and I might feel naughty
|
But I feel for him, when it's said too fake
|
Now he throwing me light meals when he can't even pay my light bills for me
|
I ain't enticed lil' homie, got ice bills... show me
|
Coz this nice deal holds me to this acting field nosy
|
I ain't the broad you wanna beef wit'
|
Better use what you sleep wit'
|
That language that you speak wit'
|
Will make you lose your teeth quick
|
Crushed velvet and sequins
|
You broads are just the cheapest
|
Same chick Kim said you'd find down at FreakNic
|
Hush puppy muse, oh enough I'm amused
|
Same chickens in sessions around Jagged & Absolute
|
Studio groupies is what I call that
|
Say it, cause that's how y'all act
|
Same chickens on the bra-strap
|
Actin' like we go all back, yo
|
|
*Samples MC Lytes "Shut The Eff Up (Hoe)"*
|
|
Say what?
|
You broads don't get it do you
|
Uh-huh, uh-huh I put it down like this
|
Y'all don't know what it is
|
Is it cause big girls be tough beneath the C-cups
|
Pull up to your club, ten deep, three trucks
|
Rovers for the winner, with the seats heating up
|
Oh the tint too dark, what's wrong can't see enough
|
Cause hell when I show up, didn't expect me to blow up
|
Advance like Boa, now I want you to throw up
|
Cause I'm the type of broad that set a goal, reach a goal
|
Say three, cause it's reasonable
|
Then go Gold, just regional, so...
|
|
*Samples MC Lytes "Shut The Eff Up (Hoe)"*
|
|
Y'all really should just stop hatin'
|
We're gonna do it like this
|
Oh, this where you broads gonna piss me
|
What you got against me?
|
Mr. Man stand wit' me, get back you all quizzy
|
Call me charged as if I'm guilty, in a minute, I'ma simply
|
Snap my finger like a sissy, tell 'em all where to kiss me
|
In the club, same thing (now ain't that a coincidence)
|
Now I'm the one you spill your drink on (Clumsy with Chrissy Chrissy)
|
These broads are fake, I know, but they gon' face Cha though
|
I'm in a lace condod, ballin' down the Lake Tahoe
|
Fellas with broads is trife now, but it costs my lifestyle
|
Sitting steady for a while, just to figure your wives out
|
Put an end to these fits, makin' it with a long kiss
|
Make her jam meet these fists, she f'ed with the wrong chick
|
Astonished, you want this, I promise I won't miss
|
And I get Miss Who She Wit', ice grillin' accomplice
|
She modeling from the Explorer, think my man ex-whore
|
Had run-ins with her before, but this time here's what I told her
|
You know what?
|
|
*Samples MC Lytes "Shut The Eff Up (Hoe)"*
|
|
I tell her like that uh-huh yeah
|
Tuskadero baby, what you thought
|
You know? See how you gonna hate the laced broad
|
Cause I'm in the club with you and we got the same thing on
|
But I'm 'bout it
|
Be a broad about it, don't be afraid to compliment me
|
Cause right is right, haters
|
I love y'all though, I love y'all
|
That makes us who we are
|
Thanking you for making me
|
|
-----------------
|
Here We Go Again
|
| Cha Cha |
