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(feat. Ghostface Killah,Pretty Ugly,Willie Cottrell Band) |
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah] |
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God's woman... what's going on? |
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I know things seem messed up sometime |
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You stressed out and you can't handle the situation |
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Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance |
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And you don't know what to do... but stay strong |
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And keep in mind that he always loves you... |
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It's what it is... that's right sugar love |
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Come on... |
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[Chorus: Willie Cottrell] |
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Josephine, the times are getting tough |
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Seems to me... you just wont get enough |
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The rain, wont wash away, your sins... |
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You'll be here, to do them all over again... |
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[Ghostface Killah:] |
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Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox |
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And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks |
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She's awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco |
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She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go |
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Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe |
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Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right |
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Infactuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers |
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Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers |
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Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein |
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Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain |
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The monkey on her back is now a gorilla |
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Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kill her |
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The clinic didn't help (nope) she just another young black woman |
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Destroying her pretty image and her health |
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Got me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen? |
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I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching |
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[Chorus] |
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[Willie Cottrell:] |
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Up all night, under the party lights |
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Same old popping and party hopping |
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All of your so called friends, are leading you down the wrong road |
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Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact |
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It is time, that you need me, I'll be there, to help ya |
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I'll be your leaning pole when you're falling down |
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I'll be there, when you falling down (sooner or later) |
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[Pretty Ugly:] |
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The Josephine that I knew, had a fiend for the rich guys |
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Old fashion girl, judged a man by her shoe size |
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If you had on the right Nikes, looked like the right type |
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Paid her the right price, she give you the green light |
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She was a different breed, she smoked different weed |
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Every week her hair done, she had a different weave |
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She was in and out of bars, she was in and out of cars |
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She was on and off the law, she was in and out of drawers |
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The chick a dime, I admit, I even tried to hit |
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I told her I was broke as shit, but I got the magic stick |
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I'm that confident, she said I need the cash |
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A different time, a different place, I could have the ass |
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Years went pass, before I seen her again |
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Now she slim, and I don't think she been in the gym |
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So I asked her how she been, she said I'm down with the men |
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Now I'm seen, but I caught AIDS when I was ****ing with them |
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[Chorus x2] |
