Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Jerry Springer Episode, artist - Soul Position. Album song 8,000,000 Stories Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.05.2007
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
The Jerry Springer Episode |
Yeah, just go with the flow. |
Bout to tell a story. |
Bout this girl I know |
My boo. |
NawhatImsayin'? |
That’s my shorty right there. |
Know that |
She was ill |
With looks that fit the bill |
Lips like Mary J, eyes like Lauren Hill |
Body like Big Lez |
Backyard and thick legs |
But the only time we got along was in the bed |
Yo, she had an attitude |
Of monumental magnitude |
Couldn’t take her anywhere without the broad actin' rude |
Even with your family she had no gratitude |
I took her to my mom’s crib she started snappin' on the food! |
Goes without sayin' that my moms wasn’t feelin' it |
Wild out, tried to hit shorty with a skillet |
I held moms back, told ole girl to leave |
But moms already had a hand full of weave |
Shorty crouched down so she could bob and weave |
Moms dropped the skillet and rolled up her sleeves |
Cornered off the kitchen with grace and ease |
Hit her with a three piece and brought her to her knees |
There wasn’t too much that I could say |
Cause I already told shorty, «Moms don’t play» |
I know it’s kinda hard to believe |
But the worst part is that this popped off on Christmas Eve |
And after all the drama me and shorty been through |
I can’t front yo |
She’s still my boo |
After all the drama me and shorty been through |
I can’t front yo |
She’s still my boo |
Yo, she had an attitude |
That made it hard to deal with |
One night we was at the club on some chill shit |
I had a Long Island get it nice and drink it |
I spotted the next man across the bar peepin' |
Thinkin', I don’t mind if he scopes out my honey |
Cause she wants me to buy her drinks but I’m out of money |
On the reals |
Seein' dude kinda made me happy |
So I decided to slide and let him play the sugar daddy |
«Hey boo, I’m about to slide to the bathroom |
Get some more loot for you, but I’ll be back soon |
And I better not catch you creepin' on me neither |
Or somebody might be gettin' slapped with this empty Zima» |
I was perpin' |
Just to see how she would act |
But I’ll be damned if dude wasn’t in my seat when I came back |
I walked up |
So only she could see me |
With a bottle in my hand like I was about to sneak him |
Face ice grillin' and she went for the baby |
Because before I could say a word she slapped him in the face |
Talkin' bout, «I said I have a man. |
Get out of here |
I can’t believe you would try to steal my man’s chair.» |
Dude turned around like, «You're her man?!» |
I’m like, «Hell no!» |
So he socked her in the jaw! |
Took off his jacket like he was about to house her |
But before they could square off here comes the bouncers |
Ten deep |
Tryin' to squash the action |
Meanwhile I’m in the front row steady laughin' |
I ain’t never seen bouncers that raw |
They kicked shorties ass from the bar to the door |
By the time they finally tossed her ass outside |
I had already pulled round and was waitin' in the ride |
She was like, «I thought you was my man, what happened to you!» |
I’m like «Awe girl, I was tryin' to help but they was holdin' me back boo!» |
She was like, «But how you just gonna say you ain’t my man?» |
«I was tryin' to confuse him but you ruined my plan.» |
And after the drama me and my shorty been through |
I can’t front yo |
She’s still my boo |
And after the drama me and my shorty been through |
I can’t front yo |
She’s still my boo |
Yo, she had an attitude |
Too stuck up to eat fast food |
I wanted Taco Bell |
She’s like «You cheap as hell.» |
See I wanted a chalupa but I knew she’d be frontin' |
So I told her it was either Taco Bell, or nothin' |
I had the upper hand cause she hadn’t ate in hours |
But she snatched my twenty dollars and ran up to the counter |
And by the time I got inside she’d already ordered |
So I played the background like I didn’t even know her |
Next thing I know she started yellin' bout her order |
Talkin' to the girl behind the counter, screamin' on her |
And when she walked around the corner to get a drink |
The cashier looked at the cook and gave a wink |
Awe, I knew right then and there she was about to take a loss |
Cause the cook cleared his throat and gave her taco special sauce |
I took her to the side and tried to tell her she got played |
Then I realized, she didn’t give me my change! |
Hmmmm |
So I decided to be quiet |
Sat back and laughed as I watched the broad bite it |
«Bite it» |
Yeah, how’s that taste? |
It’s good? |
Okay cool |
Yeah, Glad you like it. |
Take that down. |
Glad you like it boo |