| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah YEAH!
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| Aaaah. |
| Shhh shhh shhh shhh shhh
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| Whoa, calm down, calm down, wh-whoa
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| Whoa, wha-whoa wha-whoa whoa whoa. |
| Shhhh
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| Let me talk Let me talk. |
| Shhhh. |
| Look. |
| Whoa whoa
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| Calm down
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| What’s this all about?
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| How you raise your voice and yellin' at me in my house?
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| Look I should kick you out if you want to scream and shout
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| Cause I’m just not in the mood for a heavy weight bout
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| Oh, that’s what’s up then
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| You keep on interruptin'
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| Like you runnin' thangs, hold up let me tell you somethin'
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| You can roll your eyes and stomp your feet
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| But your mouth might put your ass out in the street
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| Open your mouth again, the story never ends
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| Talkin' to me crazy like I’m one of your friends
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| I can’t get a word in
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| You should try listenin'
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| I should call you Tyler Perry since you always dissin' men
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| If you keep on raisin' hell I’m gonna get up on my cell
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| So when the Police come, Miss Madea Goes To Jail
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| Well, well, well
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| Look who changed they tune
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| I think these fights go with the cycle of the moon
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m talkin' about PMS
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| And if we had more sex you wouldn’t be so stressed
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| But you like to front like that time of the month
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| Ain’t the reason why you got your panties all in a bunch
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| And that’s figurative and literal
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| The shit you pull is pitiful
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| For one week a month you always make my life so miserable
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| So, here we go gettin' loud and obnoxious
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| When really what you need is some Motrin and chocolate
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| I’m only jokin'
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| On the low, kinda hopin'
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| That comedy will calm your ass down for the moment
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| I wanna turn the game on
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| You busy with the same song
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| Okay, I’m not right but look, I know I ain’t wrong
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| You ain’t goin' nowhere
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| Put them bags down
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| Got your hands in my face
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| Oh you think you bad now?
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| Okay
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| Let’s just see where that gets you
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| Knock yourself out cause I’m not the one to hit you
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| And I ain’t sleepin' on the couch
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| My neck’s still hurtin' from the last time
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| We gotta talk now?
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| C’mon, can’t it wait till halftime?
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| It’s like your favorite past time
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| You yell and you scream
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| But nothing comes between a man and his favorite team
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| And look
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| Don’t make me choose cause you just might lose
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| Now, take your ass to the other room, turn on the news
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| Wait, wait wait wait wait wait
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| I didn’t mean it like that
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| I’m just excited from the game
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| C’mon baby come back
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| Look I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| I got a little silly
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| But c’mon what really arguin' about now really?
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| You know I love you
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| You know you love me
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| But why does it always have to get so ugly?
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| Don’t even want to hug me because you wanna stay mad
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| It’s the crazy game that men and women play since way back
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| But men never win, so forget it man I’m out
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| Cause I already planned on sleepin' on the couch
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| You know what? |
| Know what? |
| Forget it, forget it. |
| I’m finished. |
| La la la la
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| Where’s the remote? |
| I’m takin' the good covers too
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| You can’t take the good-you sleepin' on the sheets
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| And when you get cold don’t try to snug up on me on the couch
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| Don’t try to call me back in there later either. |
| I’m out this mother!
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| Wait a minute what? |
| What did you say you gonna do to my Impala?
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| I’ll jump out this car so fast and drop kick you in the medulla oblongata
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| Okay I see you stupid just like your momma and them
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| Yeah I said it
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| And I was just as stupid as you for stayin' with you
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| Cause I regret it
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| So let me get in clean
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| Cause the game don’t change, people do
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| These little niggas jumpin' out blastin' in them skinny jean
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| And the last thing I need is your ass to hassle
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| Yeah man she told the judge I hit her
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| She hit herself in the head with a bag of apple
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| And I told her, «I hate goin' to your spot»
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| Cause her daddy can’t say nothin'
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| Unless he put that thing on his neck that make him sound like a robot
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| And I sound retarded right?
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| I can’t lie
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| One day a butterfly landed on a skull and brought tears to my eye
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| Think I’m ungrateful and she would never satisfy
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| Keep showin', they laugh at her cause her daddy got killed
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| Going to the hood tryin' to pay a nigga to pee on me
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| And you ever been with one or two bitches
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| Just you and her in the car
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| You know she farted but she lookin' at you like you did it
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| She kinda dirty to us
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| Man, I can’t stand a woman, act polite, take a shit and never give a courtesy
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| flush
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| One day we went to apply to a phat loan
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| She said, «Ah yes.» |
| Changed her voice up and said
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| «Bitch you don’t ever talk like that at home»
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| But that’s what woman do
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| Just like that, «This is my husband.» |
| Lie
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| I keep tellin' you, «Quit tellin' people that cause I ain’t nothin' to you.» |