Lyrics Howugonfu*karoundandchooseabusta? - Dâm-Funk

Howugonfu*karoundandchooseabusta?

And now, back on Earth
Isn’t that right, y’all
Yeah
All in the club, shaking your ass in front of these busta ass mother fuckers
What the fuck is wrong with you
You know a real gangsta when you see one
I got a text from you saying you wanted to go out
I didn’t mind because I want to take you out
We’ll go all around little town, we’ll party all night
Tonight you act like a fool
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (how you gonna choose)
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (over me)
Next thing I know I’m looking up in the funkosphere
I look around, look across the room, my vision’s clear
And I’m amazed that you are crowded around these guys
Don’t you know how that makes me feel
Girl, you know that ain’t right
(you know)
I would like to let you know from this point on little girl (little girl)
I see the way you act like a lush all up in this world
And I won’t be taken advantage of by your little games
Don’t know what got me into your brain
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (how you gonna choose)
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta (a busta)
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (how you gonna choose)
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (I'm a real one, baby)
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta (how you gonna choose)
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (over me, over me, over me)
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta (oh, oh, oh)
I don’t know why you keep playing these games
You come up in the club, saying you’re coming with me
You just fucking around with these lames
Baby, you gotta get your shit together
Because I ain’t gonna be standing for this shit
And I know I’m gonna be falling back
But, I still know what time it is
Don’t know why you want to act a fool, babe
All that In the club, in the parking lot acting cool y’all
With these funk man schools bustas y’all
Cars you don’t know what they are
(Baby, how ya)
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (you… look these dudes in the eye)
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta (fuck around with me)
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (standing right next to you, baby)
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta (and on top of that you’re gonna choose a busta)
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (I can’t believe it)
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta (baby, I’m happy with the g’s)
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (prove me wrong baby)
Don’t know why
You want to do this baby (girl)
Stop acting like a fool, baby
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (how you gonna choose a busta, over me)
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonFuckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (oh, oh, oh, oh)
You better stop playing
Quit playing
Quit playing, girl