Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song They Don't Really Know You , by - C-Murder. Release date: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
They Don't Really Know You |
| Yo C, that’s where your boo stay at? |
| Oh they ballin' like that huh? |
| What they think about you fool? |
| Chorus |
| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you |
| I don’t care what they say |
| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you |
| I don’t care what they say |
| I’m down with you, 'til the end boy |
| when the strugglin', hustlin', thuggin', lovin' |
| So I ain’t trippin' on what they sayin' |
| about you, cause I got you, even if your creepin' |
| Chorus |
| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you |
| I don’t care what they say |
| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you |
| I don’t care what they say |
| It’s like one plus one, equals me and you, boo |
| I know you forever TRU by the things you do |
| Not only would you ride, die, and cry for me |
| You’ll even take my charge, kiss your baby bye for me |
| Now that’s love, that unconditinal kind |
| If we broke up, or you throw up, you might lose your mind |
| You catch me red-handed, with my hands on the goods |
| But you let me slide cause you know I’m straight out the hood |
| You say it’s because of all the little things I do |
| If minds only knew the real things we been through |
| But most of all I like the way you be scratching my back |
| and grabbin' my pillows and pulling the sheets, when you’re lovin' me |
| Chorus |
| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you |
| I don’t care what they say |
| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you |
| I don’t care what they say |
| Now you gonna ride with me wodie when times get hard |
| Now if my luck change, then we both live large |
| Take care of the kids, cause I’ll be home in a week |
| and that diamond bezzle you wanted, it’s under the tree |
| Six carots, two minks, I’ll be bringing with me |
| Them ?? |
| get out cause I’m ready to flee |
| See I like a thug girl that’s gonna keep it real |
| And when the cops pull us over, she’s gonna hide that steel |
| And my boonapalist post bail when a soldier be down |
| And she even hit a lick, just to keep me 'round |
| My little boo don’t even trip when they be wanting her man |
| Cause when she go shopping, is it you and a friend |
| Tattooed my name on her back cause she loved a thug |
| And before we go hustlin', it be kisses and hugs |
| And don’t mess with no scrub, cause she love that bud |
| And there ain’t no limit to this ghetto love, ya heard me? |
| Chorus |
| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you |
| I don’t care what they say |
| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you |
| I don’t care what they say |