Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Better Go, artist - Murphy Lee.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
I Better Go |
Check, back in '93 I had it all |
I was a kid, yo I grew up on the «Player's Ball» |
Shiit, born in the 80's man, St. Louis Hailey Ann |
Showin’my jewels to prove I was the ladies’man |
Shake all the ladies’hands, feel on the ladie’s pants |
I’m doin’the latest dance, makin’the hatas glance |
I’m wit the older cowd, big brother showed me how |
To make my mama proud, look how it turned out |
Well lemme get back on my bullshit |
To be a playa yo you had to learn to push it Yo, cuz it was crazy how we hooked up I looked up, found my face in her butt like «What the fuck?» |
«Stop, what you doin? |
get yo face out my fanny» |
Tuckin’her shirt in so I wouldn’t see her panties |
We laughed, and that was a beginning of a past |
That keep on huntin’my ass, now who the asshole. |
I don’t really think |
I don’t think that you. |
I don’t think you say «my ways» |
I don’t think I wanna stay. |
I don’t think that you can say, your way |
I’ve done made a lot of mistakes befo' |
Yo my girl, I think I better go. |
Yo, yo, yo. |
verse 2 is how we set it off |
It took ya derrty 2 years just to get it off |
Shiit, and even though it wasn’t bout that |
Cuz we was young and I knew I’d be the first cat (eh-eh) |
And I got proved wrong, and I knew all along |
Cuz 2 years lata someone said they was the first to bone |
Now I got a circumstance on my hands |
Supposed to be her man, first one in her pants |
I stayed wit her, spent much yearrs, days wit her |
Laid in the shade wit her, sit and played spades wit her |
I always knew that it would happen again |
So on the side I always kept about 2 or 3 friends |
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but yeah right |
I was in love, you what it took to keep it tight |
A yearr later, the shit didn’t shape up I caught her on the Kastle lot straight shakin’her butt |
Whut? |
I don’t really think |
I don’t think that you. |
I don’t think you say «my ways» |
I don’t think I wanna stay. |
I don’t think that you can say, your way |
I’ve done made a lot of mistakes befo' |
Yo my girl, I think I better go. |
Verse 3 is how I fell for it If a happy home at 70, you gotta go through hell for it I answered calls and chanced it all |
Knowin’damn well we wasn’t advancin’at all |
Now we back at Mickey D’s and movies |
Chicken from Popeye’s, «I know a biscuit come wit this two piece!» |
Her attitude used to urk me, sweet as can be Booty like pie, but bah, please dessert me And I’m not gonna be able to do it |
And she knew if we spent time together we’d be right back to it Yeep, she be like «spend the night», I be like «damn right» |
But when I wake up in the mornin’man I see the light |
I got the same circumstance on my hands |
Instead of bein’a man, controllin’whats in my pants |
I left, I thought it’d been the end of the mess |
But she still call my phone to death, I need help. |
I don’t really think |
I don’t think that you |
I don’t think you say «my ways» |
I don’t think I wanna stay |
I don’t think that you can say, your way |
I’ve done made a lot of mistakes befo' |
Yo my girl, I think I better go |