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(feat. Jane Doe) |
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[MA] |
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Ay yo shorty I'm sayin, I knew |
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You since you was like yay high, y'knamean |
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You out here whylin' out, you really need |
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To cool out with all that! |
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[JD] Please, you don't know me! |
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[Masta Ace] |
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Ay yo Yvette, there's a lotta rumours goin' around |
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About you hoein' around, you need to slow down |
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Eversince ya ass grew, you been movin' kinda fast boo |
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Don't even speak now when I pass you |
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Hundred Dollar bill tattoo, on yo thigh |
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The gleam in ya eye for the cream and the pie |
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Skirt ridin' high so they can see ya thong better |
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I'ma sit down and write you a long letter |
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We was little, we was friends, we rode our big wheels |
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Now I see you gettin' a Benz with big wheels |
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All these guys in the city, see is the size of your titties |
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And that you got hazel eyes and you're pretty |
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They see a girl like you and they wanna get in her |
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I was thinkin' we can go to a movie, maybe dinner |
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You turned around and told me I need to retire |
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If I can't "show you the money" like Jerry McGuire |
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I don't know |
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[Chorus Jessica Harrell] |
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You don't really know me |
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Just what ya think ya see |
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Just what ya think ya see |
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You don't have to worry 'bout me |
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This chick got hopes and dreams |
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But I'm about this paper cuz |
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There ain't no love for free |
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[Jane Doe] |
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I never been they type of bitch, maybe when I was younger |
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I craved love and thought they could satisfy my hunger |
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Thirsty, had a few niggaz do me dirty |
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Slid a blade across my wrist, almost went 7:30 |
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I spazed, now it's all about the cash |
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Swingin' naked on a pole, doin' tricks with my ass |
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You wanna be with me and let happilly ever after |
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Same ol' song, get more "hits" than Napster |
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You don't care about me, you don't really know me |
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My broked hearts and dreams is killin' me slowly |
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Get ahead bitch, walk with a switch |
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Lip gloss lips and 34 inch hips |
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Airbrushed chips and chromed out whips |
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I like to take trips when wife stash the whips |
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Fuck love 'em, solo |
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Raisin' my seeds for dolo |
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And mindstate fresh, with nothin' less than Polo |
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[Chorus] |
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[Jane Doe] |
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Please don't be sympathetic |
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Shit I don't regret it |
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While these hoes half-stepped it |
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Nigga I'm gonna rep it, til' I die |
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And make these G's multiply |
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I'ma make G's cry like when Jesus died |
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And on the third day my G rose again |
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A foul type chick, quick to fuck ya best friend |
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And smile in ya face, niggaz stay in ya place |
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Catch my head at his waist, lie with a straight face |
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[Masta Ace] |
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I know my man had you in the Bricks, with a couple of chicks |
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Drivin' around havin' endless kicks in the Benz 6 |
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He said the sex was (good), the head was (good) |
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Yo I think he would tell the whole hood if he could |
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You say it's all about the money, well I can tell |
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Cuz that nigga makes Sam Cassell look like Denzel |
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My bad I'ma sound like a real hater |
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I'ma leave it on that note and holla at ya later |
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One |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Masta Ace & Jane Doe talking over Chorus] |
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[JD] |
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You think you are the judgement |
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Y'all niggaz don't know me |
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I do what I gotta do, I take care of mine |
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Who you think you are, you ain't no better than me |
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[MA] Why you say all that? |
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[JD] I'm only doin' what I gotta do |
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[MA] I do what I gotta do too |
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[JD] You don't know me, you don't love me |
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[MA] I'm tryin' to help you, I mean you out here whylin' out |
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Whatever though |
