| Y’know what I mean? |
| This for the woman, y’know what’m sayin? |
| Coming up, just
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| trying to get a nut. |
| Y’all really understand what we doing. |
| Ya know? |
| Y’all
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| understand that we hurting y’all, y’all come attatched. |
| It’s all good. |
| This
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| one for y’all, y’know what I mean? |
| Yo, ya know? |
| Its crazy. |
| We all together.
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| I used to cut pies, in front of my girl, now I apologized
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| The reason why: (My fault) she seen the red in my eyes
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| When I was cuttin it, feelin like the archives
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| Choppin it down, thinkin I’m, choosing my prize
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| Never hit the street with out my heat, boo, told me not to Said, Paps, we know the jake 'ill try to knock you
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| You do your thing, boo, I’ll still be there, don’t mean to knock you
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| I know its hard fuckin with a thug nigga like me Thinkin would I get locked?
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| Come home tonight or not?
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| Black Princess, kiss you when I see you
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| White women suntan and try to be you
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| The? |
| Mellanin? |
| in your skin, make it all see-through
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| Sometimes he hurt y’all, not understanding what we doing
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| Sweatin at the foul line like Pat Ewing
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| Yo from all the brothers
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| I dedicate to the mothers
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| My mother, grandmother of the Earth
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| If it wasn’t for women, then it wouldn’t be birth
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| What, its all real
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| Chorus
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| We’re just some thug people (That's what we are)
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| That’s what we are, trying hard to change the way we live
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| (Change the way we live)
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| But we can’t take back, cause thats what we are
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| Trying hard to change the way life we live
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| Yo, yo, aiyyo, you got chronic? |
| You got yours, I got mines
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| Lets get real high, light it all at the same time
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| Stop holdin, (hold it up) babe its your turn to roll it I used to spend time outside with my dime
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| She be, rocking my chain, thinkin she shine
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| Straight beautiful, yo, I’m really glad that she mine
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| Kiss you on the forehead, cause yo, boo
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| This one for you
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| The stupid shit I did in the past, I didn’t mean it You know a nigga skinny, cause a nigga 'nemic
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| But when you cook, the way that it smell, the way that it look
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| Cause chef, plus you look good, that’s off the hook
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| You go to school to Sit back, or respect dude
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| Work you part-time, spendin your time around mine
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| I’m lovin you, thats why I wrote this rhyme
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| Flying in to Bell Harbor, when we need to shop
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| It’s Cartier, Gucci, Gaultier, shit won’t stop!
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| Yo, its all good, I’m likin that two-hundred ?stand me?
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| It even flipped, when I was down in Miami
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| Called me on my cell phone, Jones like I’m still home
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| Tell me what your wearing girl, or what you look at pillin girl
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| Step into my life now, share my world
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| Thats what I like about you, you got faith in me Be shining by yourself, with little lace with me The only thing I love more, gotta be the kids
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| You got the real hair, while other chicks rock wigs
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| I can remember back then, quite distinctively
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| When you friends kept saying not to get with me But you couldn’t help it, I know the both of us felt it The both us melt it, the both of us dealt with
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| The rumors and the lies, your eyes on dies
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| Is enough for a brother to cut off ties
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| To any other chick I used to mess with
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| Keepin it real, cause you the real one, that I wanna step with
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| Chorus — in background
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| This song right here, is dedicated to all of y’all, y’know what I mean? |
| Cause,
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| we know how we are, we know how we make y’all feel sometimes. |
| Knowing that we ain’t doing it purposely. |
| We’re just being the person that we are. |
| Hanging
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| with the fellas, gettin jealous, y’know what I mean? |
| You know what it is. |
| This
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| one’s for y’all.
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| Word up. |
| I want y’all to tell all y’all girlfriends about this one |