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Here's a true story and I want you all to know |
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About my man about my man around the way his name was Joe |
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He and his mother lived together up on 45th |
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But the way they looked you mighta thought that they were rich |
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I used to see 'em but I didn't stop to conversate |
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I was always in a rush, that woulda made me late |
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He didn't hang outside, he always stayed at home |
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He never had no company and didn't have a phone (no phone) |
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His mother would come home from work, and never be seen again |
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Until 7 A.M., the very next morning |
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I'm not the one that got the bouquet that's the bottom line |
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But everyone wanted to know - what was his past time? |
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So me and a couple of my friends, went in his building |
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up to his floor, rang the bell on the apartment door [ding dong] |
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It took him a while to come to the door but yo we didn't care |
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Now they had me dyin to know what's goin on in there |
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So finally he opened up, body full of sweat |
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Pants unzipped, breathin hard, smellin like sex |
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They didn't know what to say, I said, "I'm sorry yo - |
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we wouldn'tve came if we knew that you was here with a ho" |
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All of a sudden he got this look and he said "Man to man, |
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you call my moms another name and I'ma whip yo' ass" |
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I stopped to think for a minute and then I said oh (ohhhh) |
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Oh shit! His moms was the fuckin ho |
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The nigga was doin his moms, don't he know that's a sin? |
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Born from his mother's pussy, now he tryin to get back in |
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It's gettin deeper everyday it's gettin tougher |
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Yo he fucked his mother so he was a motherfucker |
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I know nobody ever thinks of shit like this |
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It's goin on somewhere out there, so here tell your mommie dearest |