| You can’t trust a big butt and a smile
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| No, that’s the old style
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| In ninety-deuce, shit ain’t quite the same
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| Bitches gotta brand new game, yo It’s kinda hard to see
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| But the dating game ain’t what it used to be Back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough
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| She give you a piece of ass and there we go Go and get knocked up and then get socked up You be broke and locked up But the news done hit
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| Bitches all over on some new improved shit
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| To y’all macks
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| Come to find out that bitches are pullin jacks
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| I remember every night all you had to worry about
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| Was gettin caught at a red light
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| And the nigga gettin ya five, day to days
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| Now shit done changed
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| Cos you gots to watch the ones in the skirt
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| And it ain’t about gettin burnt
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| I know it sounds strange, but could you
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| Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change
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| Cos you’ll get a bullet in your brain, Mr Rich
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| And about that bitch, don’t trust em
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| (Ice Cube comin at’cha with a crazy bitch)
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| Don’t trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
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| (Ice Cube comin at’cha with a crazy bitch)
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| You can’t trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
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| Here’s how the bitches jack:
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| They try to catch a dumb nigga in the act
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| You came to the club, stepped to the bar
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| And pulled out a wad of Doves
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| After you got buzzed, she walk by You saw how big her ass was
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| Got her on the dancefloor
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| And she started dancin like a ho Jimmy got stiff, she ain’t have a ride home
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| So you gave the bitch a lift
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| She didn’t wanna trouble you
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| But hopped her big ass in your BMW
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| Hopped to her house and started kissin
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| And Jimmy just wouldn’t listen
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| Cos you got real horny
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| And that ain’t cool at four in the morning
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| Started undressing the ho Got to the drawers and the ho said No!
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| Not on the first date
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| It’s gettin kinda late, could you come back at eight?
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| You said Yeah! |
| cos you thought you met a wholesome ho But nigga, she know you rollin in some dough
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| And you’ll regret and somethin 'bout a bitch you just met
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| Don’t trust em!
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| Interlude:
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| (scratching of BBD’s 'Poison'and PE’s 'Don't Believe The Hype')
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| Eight o’clock on the dot, nigga’s hot
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| Dick hard as a rock
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| Straight on a solo creep
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| Can’t wait till her little boy go to sleep
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| So you can seduce the G Bust a nut and make an excuse to leave
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| You got her worked out cos you the man
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| But the bitch got diff’rent plans
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| She said Take off your clothes, jump in the bed
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| While she powder her nose
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| You get butt naked, cos you ready to wreck it!
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| Cos you’s a motherfuckin punk, next thing you know
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| The door flies open with a blast
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| With four niggas in ski masks
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| Pointin a gun at the pimp
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| You’re scared as a motherfucker and Jimmy done went limp
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| They beat you down just a taste
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| Take ya to your house and make ya open up the safe
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| Drove you far, tied up in the trunk of your own fuckin car
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| Take you out and pop the cap
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| I told you the bitch was a trap
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| Don’t trust em! |