| I thought you knew
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| But it seems you don’t
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| So now I got to put you in your place
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| Because most niggas won’t
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| Give you all a piece of my mind
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| The truth’ll set you free
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| And the truth is hard to find
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| Had a little ho
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| She loved to wine & dine
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| Her favorite number’s 69
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| So is mine
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| In those times a nigga felt good
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| In the Sunshine
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| I misunderstood
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| Many hoes, many hoes
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| I ran through plenty hoes, plenty hoes
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| Call me a pimp or a mack dad
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| Or call me Mr. Prophylac-dad
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| It’s a toss-up if my homies fell through
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| See I shouldn’t have to tell you
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| I thought you knew
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| I thought you knew
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| About the Unholy Black Devil
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| Dick in my hand
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| To let you know where I stand
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| I’m with my man with the 40 in his hand
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| I can’t trust the cops cause they the Ku Klux Klan
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| Motown, all the real niggas know
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| The radio tried to play me out like a ho
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| Cause I won’t criss-cross over to the pop
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| Just cause I got a little problem with the cops
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| Props come and the radio go
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| But I ain’t nobody’s ho
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| I thought you knew
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| I thought you knew
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| About a nigga like me
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| I’m just into clocking cash
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| But some niggas clocking me
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| And still don’t know the time
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| All on my line
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| Just cause I’m fucking your woman’s mind
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| I got to get my roll on
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| I got to get my stroll on
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| I got to get them on
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| And once it’s on, I’m feeling alright
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| I think I’m going to
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| Fuck your woman tonight
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| Cause I don’t care
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| About how she kissing your baby
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| And how she suckin' my nuts
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| I fucked her in the butt like yesterday
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| But I ain’t got nothing else to say
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| I thought you knew |