| It was a cool afternoon, the first day of school
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| Everybody wonderin' who’s the new dude
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| With the Kangol sneakers with the wide shoe strangs
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| Wonderin', wonderin' where he from and how he do thangs
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| His eyes stayed red but he kept his mind clear
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| The brothers knew he wasn’t from nowhere 'round here
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| And the girls kept whisperin' in each other’s ear
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| It seems they didn’t care about the smell of the beer
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| They were all on his thing, a couple of 'em tried to grab it
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| Takin' their chances didn’t know of his bad habits
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| A two timin' cheat and quick to make up a lie
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| Just to be kissin' the girls and makin' 'em cry
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| Georgy, Georgy
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| Kiss the girls and make them cry
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| Kiss the girls and make them cry
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| Georgy, Georgy
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| Kiss the girls and make them cry
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| Kiss the girls and make them cry
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| The girls didn’t take caution when they was flossin' wit Georgy
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| Porgy turn a simple party into an orgy
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| And just when they thought that they was the one that he chose
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| He get rid of them quick and get some more
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| Just when they thought that they was the one that he chose
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| He get rid of them quick and get some more
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| Just when they thought that they was the one that he chose
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| He get rid of them quick and get some more
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| No time for lames it’s a shame what he do to women
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| His mouth spit game like a snake shootin' venom
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| And after he hit 'em some claim that he’s no good
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| But they stick wit' him guess the pain feel so good
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| Take, take what he can get givin' up nuttin' why
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| He don’t think that he should pay for the puddin' pie
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| Takin' em, breakin' em, fakin' em out
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| He just be kissin' the girls and makin' em cry
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| Georgy, Georgy
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| Kiss the girls and make them cry
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| Kiss the girls and make them cry
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| Georgy, Georgy
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| Kiss the girls and make them cry
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| Kiss the girls and make them cry
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| He kept a girl on the side, he keep one at home
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| And those who wasn’t smart they couldn’t leave him alone
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| He’d pick one of 'em a different one, yep, each weekend
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| Undressin' em, caressin' em, kissin' em, freakin' em
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| But last Friday night, oh, this what I heard
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| Outside his driveway parked a Thunderbird
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| Georgy couldn’t hear nothin' but the headboard knockin'
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| Looked up and saw a strange woman in the window watchin'
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| Didn’t know if it was Tina, Tanea or Toila
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| But whoever it was they had a gray revolver
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| They asked no question, just start bustin'
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| George was in shock couldn’t say or do nothin'
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| He just laid there stiff lookin' froze
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| And all he could think about was I got too many hoes
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| In the bed wit' no clothes, just waitin' to die
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| Just for kissin' the girls and makin' em cry
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| Georgy, Georgy
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| Kiss the girls and make them cry
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| Kiss the girls and make them cry |