| Here’s a true story and I want you all to know
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| About my man about my man around the way his name was Joe
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| He and his mother lived together up on 45th
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| But the way they looked you mighta thought that they were rich
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| I used to see 'em but I didn’t stop to conversate
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| I was always in a rush, that woulda made me late
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| He didn’t hang outside, he always stayed at home
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| He never had no company and didn’t have a phone (no phone)
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| His mother would come home from work, and never be seen again
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| Until 7 A.M., the very next morning
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| I’m not the one that got the bouquet that’s the bottom line
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| But everyone wanted to know — what was his past time?
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| So me and a couple of my friends, went in his building
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| Up to his floor, rang the bell on the apartment door
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| It took him a while to come to the door but yo we didn’t care
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| Now they had me dyin to know what’s goin on in there
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| So finally he opened up, body full of sweat
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| Pants unzipped, breathin hard, smellin like sex
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| They didn’t know what to say, I said, «I'm sorry yo —
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| We wouldn’tve came if we knew that you was here with a ho» |
| All of a sudden he got this look and he said «Man to man
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| You call my moms another name and I’ma whip yo' ass»
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| I stopped to think for a minute and then I said oh (ohhhh)
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| Oh shit! |
| His moms was the fuckin ho
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| The nigga was doin his moms, don’t he know that’s a sin?
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| Born from his mother’s pussy, now he tryin to get back in
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| It’s gettin deeper everyday it’s gettin tougher
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| Yo he fucked his mother so he was a motherfucker
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| I know nobody ever thinks of shit like this
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| It’s goin on somewhere out there, so here tell your mommie dearest |