| Five foot seven with light green eyes
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| Body built like a woman over twenty-five
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| Plus she push the whip that the average women couldn’t get
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| Less she worked about two nine to five’s
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| Girly played the game just a little too mature
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| She damn near had everything I was looking for
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| But things seemed shady
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| When I asked my lady to meet at the club
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| She had trouble at the door
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| That’s when I found out that
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| (Ohh)
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| She was only seventeen years old
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| And I couldn’t see her no more
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| (Ohh)
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| I ain’t tryin to see myself locked up For knockin up some young joan
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| (Ohh)
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| How could I explain this situation to my family
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| And all of my boys
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| (Ohh)
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| I’m sorry shorty
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| But you’ve got to get gone
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| Yeah
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| I tried to cut her off
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| But she wasn’t having it She kept telling me her age didn’t mean sh--
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| And that’s when she started to cry
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| Baby I need you in my life
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| And without you I just couldn’t handle it So what’s a brother to do
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| (Ohh)
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| Either way I lose
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| (So)
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| I could just say my piece
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| Or piss off her peace
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| And talk it out with the boys in blue
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| Cause when it comes down to it
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| (Ohh)
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| She was just seventeen years old
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| And I was dead wrong from the door
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| (Ohh)
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| (Dial tone)
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| (Keypad being dialed)
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| (Line rings)
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| (Automated voice)
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| --Welcome to your voice messaging service.
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| To enter your mailbox, press *. |
| (Beep) First message --
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| (Female voice)
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| Yo, how you doin'? |
| Call me when you get this.
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| (Beep) --Mess…-- (Beep)
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| (Female voice)
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| Yo, what’s goin’on? |
| I called you earlier.
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| I guess you aint get my message.
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| But when you get this, hit me back, aiight? |
| Bye.
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| --To repeat.-- (Beep) --Mess.-- (Beep)
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| (Female voice)
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| Hey! |
| What got some b*tch over there or sump’in?
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| Can’t pick up your phone. |
| I been calling you and
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| tryin’to speak to you and you still don’t answer the phone.
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| --To repeat…-- (Beep) (Beep)
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| (Female voice)
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| See, you trying to play somebody.
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| As though I won’t have to bring my n*ggas over there,
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| to kick ya ass! |
| Ya think somebody playin’with ya ass.
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| Ya don’t…ya don’t return my calls. |
| This is it.
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| --To repeat this…-- (Beep) --Mess…-- (Beep)
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| (Fade out) |