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(Verse 1) |
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Five foot seven with light green eyes |
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Body built like a woman over twenty-five |
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Plus she push the whip that the average women couldn't get |
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Less she worked about two nine to five's |
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Girly played the game just a little too mature |
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She damn near had everything I was looking for |
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But things seemed shady |
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When I asked my lady to meet at the club |
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She had trouble at the door |
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That's when I found out that |
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(Ohh) |
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She was only seventeen years old |
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And I couldn't see her no more |
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(Ohh) |
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I ain't tryin to see myself locked up |
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For knockin up some young joan |
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(Ohh) |
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How could I explain this situation to my family |
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And all of my boys |
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(Ohh) |
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I'm sorry shorty |
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But you've got to get gone |
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Yeah |
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(Verse 2) |
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I tried to cut her off |
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But she wasn't having it |
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She kept telling me her age didn't mean sh-- |
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And that's when she started to cry |
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Baby I need you in my life |
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And without you I just couldn't handle it |
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So what's a brother to do |
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(Ohh) |
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Either way I lose |
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(So) |
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I could just say my piece |
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Or piss off her peace |
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And talk it out with the boys in blue |
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Cause when it comes down to it |
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(Ohh) |
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She was just seventeen years old |
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And I was dead wrong from the door |
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(Ohh) |
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(Chorus) |
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(Dial tone) |
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(Keypad being dialed) |
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(Line rings) |
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(Automated voice) |
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--Welcome to your voice messaging service. |
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To enter your mailbox, press *. (Beep) First message -- |
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(Female voice) |
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Yo, how you doin'? Call me when you get this. |
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(Beep) --Mess...-- (Beep) |
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(Female voice) |
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Yo, what's goin' on? I called you earlier. |
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I guess you aint get my message. |
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But when you get this, hit me back, aiight? Bye. |
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--To repeat..-- (Beep) --Mess..-- (Beep) |
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(Female voice) |
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Hey! What got some b*tch over there or sump'in? |
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Can't pick up your phone. I been calling you and |
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tryin' to speak to you and you still don't answer the phone. |
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--To repeat...-- (Beep) (Beep) |
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(Female voice) |
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See, you trying to play somebody. |
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As though I won't have to bring my n*ggas over there, |
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to kick ya ass! Ya think somebody playin' with ya ass. |
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Ya don't...ya don't return my calls. This is it. |
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--To repeat this...-- (Beep) --Mess...-- (Beep) |
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(Fade out) |
