| Here’s an oldie but goodie
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| Hit it Excuse me What?
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| Can I have your attention?
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| Mn-hmm
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| There’s just a few things that I’ve got to mention (Uh-huh)
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| There’s girlies out here that seem appealing
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| But they all come in your life and cold hurt your feelings
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| I’m telling you
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| As Rick is my name
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| I wouldn’t trust not girl unless she feels the same
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| Treat 'em like a prostitute (Do What?)
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| Don’t treat no girlie well until you’re sure of the scoop
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| 'Cause all they do is they hurt and trample
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| Listen up close, here comes my first example
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| Now ya been with your girlfriend for quite a while
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| Plans for the future, she’s having your child
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| Celebrate with friends drinking cans and quarts
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| Telling all your friends about your family thoughts
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| One friend was drunk so he sstarts to act wild
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| He tells the truth about the kid
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| It’s not your child
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| Acting like a jerk and on his face was a smirk
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| He said, Your wife went berserk while you was hard at work
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| And she led him on and tried to please him
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| She didn’t waste time, she didn’t try to tease him
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| Treat 'em like a prostitue (Do What?)
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| Don’t treat no girlie well until you’re sure of the scoop
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| 'Cause all they do is they hurt and trample
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| Listen up close, here comes my second example
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| It’s your wife
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| You buy the tramp jewels and clothes
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| You get sentimental and bring home a rose
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| Give her everything 'cause you swear she’s worth it All your friends tell you, The bith dont’deserve it Love is blind, so there goes your wealth
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| Until one day, you see things for yourself
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| Came home from work early, Mr. Loverman
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| You had a card and some candy in your right hand
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| There’s the mailman, he was short yet stout
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| He went inside your house and didn’t come back out
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| Bust it Just a friendly stop, come on, is it?
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| The mailman comes and he pays your wife a visit?
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| The thought alone makes your temperature boil
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| You say to yourself, she might still be loyal
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| You open up your door and stand in a trance
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| You see the mailman’s bag and the mailman’s pants
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| Came home to party
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| At work had a hard day
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| Look around your house and you say, Where the hell are they?
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| Run upstairs up to your bedroom
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| You look inside your room, you see something brewin'
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| Cover your mouth because you almost choke
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| You see the mailman’s dick way up your wife’s throat
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| Treat 'em like a prostitute (Mm-hmm)
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| Don’t treat no girlie well until you’re sure of the scoop
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| 'Cause all they do is they hurt and trample
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| Listen up close, here comes my third example
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| Now your girl, she don’t like to have sex a lot
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| And today she’s ready and she’s hot, hot, hot
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| As you open up the door she says, Get on the floor
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| She wants to try things she’s never tried before
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| She takes off your drawers and works you over
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| She calls you Twinkles
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| And you call her Rover
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| Next thing you know, the ho starts to ill
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| She says, I love you, Harold and your name is Will
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| That’s not the half 'til you start to ride her
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| Take off your rubber and there’s one more inside her
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| It’s not yours-who can it be?
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| I think it was a slick rapper, his name is M.C. |
| Ricky
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| Treat 'em like a prostitute
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| Don’t treat no girlie well, treat no girlie well
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| Treat no girlie well, until you’re sure of the scoop |