| Here’s a little story I’d like ta tell
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| About a situation guys and girls know very well
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| Everything is fine and dandy and you love it
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| 'Til dope make you treat another person like a puppet
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| Now I talked to this girl for about two weeks
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| And I’ve been many places and seen many freaks
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| But this girl was just fly, her body good lookin'
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| I was a fish just flappin' and she was like hookin'
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| I got to know her by spending some time
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| She gave me things of hers for some things of mine
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| Everything was goin' good, couldn’t nothing go better
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| Anything she wants to do, Hi-C would just let her
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| Wasn’t like them other brothers trying to screw her up
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| I would rush her to the mall, and straight cold do her up
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| Have her draped when she by my side
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| I want the girl to look good when she rollin' in my ride
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| But three weeks later, I noticed a change
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| Somethin' wasn’t right, she was acting kinda strange
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| Took some money out my stash, and stuffed it in her purse
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| You’re thinkin' things are gettin bad, man, it’s gonna get worse
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| Well, looks like I got myself a few problems
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| But me, being Hi-C, you know I’m gonna solve 'em
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| She ran out the house, and broke down the street
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| Stopped to buy some crack from my homeboy Pete
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| I couldn’t believe what I was told
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| He gave the freak double-up for a thick piece of gold
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| So I creeped up on on the girl, and said «Yeah, I caught ya
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| And by the way, where’s the link I bought ya?»
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| Now this girl must’ve lost her mind
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| Scraping up dough with some things of mine
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| I wanted to beat her. |
| better yet stomp her
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| Break out the 12-gauge and full of buckshots pump her
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| But I said, «Nah, forget it, I’ma chill
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| This girl need help, she’s mentally ill»
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| She start to trip, she got to spending my grip
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| So I just had to rip the pipe out her lips
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| She cried, «Crawf, please gimme some money»
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| I promise I’ll stop, please, come on, Crawf', honey"
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| I felt sorry for the girl 'cause she’s being misused
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| It was the crack and the devil, riding to abuse
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| This relationship just ain’t gonna last
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| Girl, you’re gonna have to get rid of your past
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| 'Cause yeah, you’re on my di-di-ding-a-ling
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| Tryin' to tie my arms and legs with a string
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| My money? |
| Mmm hmm, I know you love it
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| But let me tell you one thing I’m not
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| I’m not your puppet
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| («So listen up to what we say because…»)
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| («Smoke primos 'cause she thought it tastes good»)
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| («Puppet»)
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| Yo, girl, get off my
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| («Man, I wouldn’t touch that…») («You…») («Why?»)
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| («And with your wrinkled I can’t be your lover»)
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| Hopped out the bed about three o’clock
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| Stumbled to the door when I heard the knock
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| I thought, «Man, now who in the heck could this be?»
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| When I got to the door, she said «Crawf', it’s me
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| I thought we supposed to go out this week»
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| I said, «Not tonight girl, I’m 'bout to go back to sleep»
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| But by being a big booty heckuva freak
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| Before I closed the door, she blocked the way with her feet
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| She pushed her way in, didn’t use much force
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| She said, «I know we goin' out,» I said «Yeah, of course»
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| I’m staring at this girl wonderin' if she alright
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| 'Cause where in the heck we supposed to go this time of the night
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| But the only thing that was on my mind
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| Was just jackin' this girl for her big behind
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| She thought that I forgot that she was the one that was smokin' rocks
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| I looked at the girl and said «Babe, you know what Steve said?»
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| Your butt ain’t nothin' but a basehead"
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| She disagreed; |
| she said, «Stop lyin'»
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| Her feelings were hurt, so she broke out cryin'
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| I said, «Baby, you gotta help yourself
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| Don’t expect help from anyone else»
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| This relationship just ain’t gonna last
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| Girl, you’re gonna have to get rid of your past
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| 'Cause yeah, you’re on my di-di-ding-a-ling
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| Tryin' to tie my arms and legs with a string
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| My money? |
| Mmm hmm, I know you love it
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| But let me tell you one thing I’m not
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| I’m not your puppet…
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| («Three days later…»)
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| («Oh…you gotta give me some now»)
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| («Puppet»)
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| («I woke up fussin'…») («Thinking to myself…»)
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| («Who knows where the f… her lips been»)
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| The girl was dumb, she was straight out sprung
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| If dope was a rope, then her soul was hung
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| Well, one day, I went to see my DJ |
| The grand, incredible, wizard Tony A
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| Got to his house, then I knocked on the door
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| The fool didn’t answer, so I banged once more
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| I wondered, where in the heck he was at
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| So I jumped off the porch, then I bailed to the back
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| He was there 'cause I heard the system thumpin'
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| Went up to the window, «Jack Move» was bumpin'
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| I grabbed a crate just to peek through the window
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| The trick I kicked it with was getting played like Nintendo
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| Jumped in the window and I said, «What's up?»
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| Tony had her hyped up, he was driving her nuts
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| She seen my face, and she started to scream
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| I said «Shut up, girl, you know the routine»
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| Popped the tape in the deck and we rocked back and forth
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| From the east to the west, the south and the north
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| I got tired and said «Man, I quit»
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| Tony A said, «Crawf', look at this chick»
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| She grabbed a rock, and I started to flip
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| Baby, wanted to smoke, man, this girl was a trip
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| She said, «Yo, check this out, man
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| My dope smokes in a pipe and it melts in my hand»
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| Girl, you’re just a fool, your life is going too fast
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| I know this relationship just ain’t gonna last
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| 'Cause yeah, you’re on my dick, dick, ding a ling
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| Tryin' to tie my arms and legs with a string
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| My money? |
| Mmm hmm, I know you love it
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| But let me tell you one thing I’m not
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| I’m not your puppet…
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| Well, I bought her a chain, Reebok boots, and a skirt
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| And she clucked it
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| Then she went in my pants, and she took my keys
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| And stole my bucket
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| Yo, the little story that I just told
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| About a girl who’s living life with her head that’s swole
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| Dope ain’t me, Hi C can’t cut it
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| Girl, I know you love it
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| But I’m not your puppet… |