Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Catch 22, artist - 69 Boyz. Album song The Wait Is Over, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.07.1998
Record label: Big Beat
Song language: English
Catch 22 |
I had this doll named Red so dope I eat |
I had this nymph named Kim a little sexy freak |
Bout 5 feet tall so sweet and petite |
Looking good enough to eat from her head to her feet |
She grew up on the beach never hip to the game |
And fell in love with Red cuz he sold cocaine |
You know the kind of nothing went to catholic school |
And did the opposite of what her mamma told her to do |
Me and my darlin we was dance too close |
Played part wanna ball together for coach roach |
We hit the same nymphs and wrote the same room |
And both graduated from the same high school |
Both went into the game I left and he stayed |
But while I’m screwing record labels trying to get paid |
Red now came up and got it made in the shade |
With 6 birds a week from N-C today |
A brand new house that was extra suite |
A Hummer, a Benz, and a Lexus coupe |
Around to his crib all times a night |
On the beach clean watching Tyson fight |
With his nymph serving drinks in her niglajay |
I meet everytime Red looked away |
And that there was grounds to leave |
Cuz playa rule number 3 is never disrespect a man mades squeeze |
Now Red gets some beef and has a break camp |
I thinking that we both about to get fair |
But he was like dawg stay and watch the fight |
Cuz I don’t even know if Ima make it home tonight |
Cuz he had this other nymph he was going to hit |
Plus he kinda wanted me to babysit |
And make sure face stakes ain’t invade his place |
Lay a lady down flat and make her open the safe |
He did, Tyson wants to hit his decision |
Keel came in stood in front of the television |
And I don’t know what bun she put |
But it’s with the t.v. |
to a cd or Angela Wanbush |
Now Red in his hummer bumping Master P |
While his nymph at the crib going after me |
I wish that his girl ain’t loves me so much |
And that my dawg can’t trust me so much |
That where I would feel bad hiting his store |
On his white leather sofa that he brought from home |
But I did it and now that I did it I felt doom |
Went and took a shower in a guest bathroom |
Got out the shower put on my clothes |
And on the still half bottle on her nose |
Acting all hype for I was all flossing |
I had the miny van back up off me |
Ran to his room the safe was wide open |
Kim right behind me hollering I’m open |
You ain’t gonna tell me cuz he’ll be hurt |
If he found out that his man squeeze did it to the work |
Besides tell on me Ima tell on you |
And all the freaky stuff that you made me do |
Now I’m dead in the middle of a catch 22 |
Tell me what would you do, what would you do, what would you do |