Lyrics:
Mmm, you know its Chxpter on the beat nigga
I said, in this life, thang, nothing easy-peasy, dawg
I was pushin', p stress, I had to shake it off
I
girl, said her name was Yvonne
Always talkin' about havin' fun
Once again in the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try
anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call
came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
killin it
I'm gonna fuck that DJ
Look out soon Imma steal your girlfriend too
I'm gonna fuck that DJ
Cuz I play better than you
I don't wanna be the DJ's
there's infection, so wear some protection
Ain't nobody slicker than be -Dub on the mixer
Don't bring your girlfriend 'round because he's down to get with
there's infection, so wear some protection
Ain't nobody slicker than be -Dub on the mixer
Don't bring your girlfriend 'round because he's down to get with
hustling
That money outcha like everyday
You knew that I loved you
Was those three words that I'd never say
Now your business all over the radio
And it's
could you let him have the last word?
I thought you were meant to be a menace
Don't blame me, you said it
But that was all I can hear
You ain't clear,
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
All Be Gray But Your Picture On My Wall
It Reminds Me, That It’s Not So Bad
It’s Not So Bad
Dear Notch, I wrote you but still no update
I left my
brain until their ability
To think was amputated
By pimpin' their instincts until they were fat
Horny an' strung out
An' her right to be kept queen
was to get ran through by a linebacker or a quarterback
R Kelly didn't have to tell me about your bump-n-grind and your foreplay
I found out and I
her name was Yvonne
Always talkin' about havin' fun
Once again in the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get
Smoke some trees, pop some p's, later she'll be on her knees
And I'm gone
So if you really want her for your own
Be worried if I show up on her phone
for life
Show me your ho and I'll be fuckin' that bitch by midnight (but see)
It ain't nothin' nice, shakin' these niggas like dice
I told you once,
"Hallelujah!"
Got your preacher on speed dial
It still gets me how
You was on top, now you 6' underground
That's kind of senile, this ain't no freestyle
"Hallelujah!"
Got your preacher on speed dial
It still gets me how
You was on top, now you 6' underground
That's kind of senile, this ain't no freestyle
look so slick?
Oh, it's so bittersweet
It's just too bad I'm your ex-girlfriend
(Mmm) you gotta be missing me
Miss you? Tell me please, what would
floor
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
I grew up looking at the niggas that was selling coke
Oh, I was raised by the stop sign
a real studio in LA so
I saved up money doing Sheetrocking
And I drove out with my
Girlfriend at the time i
Was only supposed to be there for six weeks i
thangs but now I got quarter dames
Got a quarter of a new vehicle and quarter chains
I'm not tryin' to be your girlfriend (you dig)
I ain't even
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