| Two months prior you said you had a dire emergency
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| It was 1: 30, my face was all dirty trying to get some sleep
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| Head still whirling, throw on my shearing leave my man home
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| Two dots yes I’m coming, yes my car is running, hang up my cell phone
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| By the time I arrived you was deep about five like you had beef
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| And then you tried to step and told me that I slept like you was cock deez
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| It was all about some niggaz that you thought was jigga
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| Who was digging me and I told you after that day we ain’t cool baby, so
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| Whatcha think this a game ain’t no bo dy playing
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| Thought I told you before, don’t knock on my door
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| I was trying to be nice for your own advice
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| Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out
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| I was kinda thrown head was kinda blown but I’m not blue
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| Lost a couple friends once or twice before, I’m still cool
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| Then you tried to flex like you were the next bitch who you trying to fool
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| You just another girl from the avenue who graduated school
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| Now you wanna be down after you tried to clown me baby doll
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| But ain’t no future in fronting and frontiers
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| Don’t hang around with me at all
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| And now I make my music got me some new dick and I’m doing fine
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| And I’m still real ghetto and I still kick your black behind
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| Whatcha think this a game ain’t no bo dy playing
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| Thought I told you before, don’t knock on my door
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| I was trying to be nice for your own advice
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| Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out
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| Whatcha think this a game ain’t no bo dy playing
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| Thought I told you before, don’t you come knockin' on my door
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| I was trying to be nice for your own advice
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| Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out
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| Yo, I’m ringing the phone two in the a.m. rudely awaken
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| Dreaming deep concentration hazy
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| She really couldn’t peep what they was saying
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| At first all I know was Jag really wasn’t playing at all
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| She left calming to speak to the John
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| Got the Jaguar double parked, blinkers is on
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| Head pulled back sneakers is on
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| Yo I don’t know what sis told her
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| But she bout' to get a beatin' performed
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| She grabbing all up on her shirt tugging on her slacks
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| Jag tried to go in the grill I had to hold her back
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| Cool her out try to tell her to chill, lower the thermostat
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| You a star no need for you to stoop as low as that boy
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| Scrapping over men is best avoided
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| And a real lady would never confess to doing it
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| She said I’m ganstar don’t let the dress confuse you
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| The only things sweet is the music, it’s really not a game
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| Whatcha think this a game ain’t no bo dy playing
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| Thought I told you before, don’t knock on my door
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| I was trying to be nice for your own advice
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| Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out
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| Whatcha think this a game
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| Thought I told you before
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| I was trying to be nice
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| Ooh girl you don' did it now
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| Really, really, really did it now watch out, watch out
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| Watch out, watch out
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| Watch out, watch out
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| Watch out, watch out |