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(Intro - Big Pooh) |
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Yea, yo Tay (Phonte) man |
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Let me, let me put you onto something man |
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See I'm tired of these girls, you know what I'm saying |
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Trying to play a nigga for the herb |
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Yo yo yo |
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yee yee yee yo yo |
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Yo yo yo |
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yee yee yee yo yo |
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(Verse 1 - Big Pooh) |
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We need to sit down, me and you have a chit chat |
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Let's talk about friends and define that |
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Let's talk about us never mind that |
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Let's talk about trust where your mind at |
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So you looking for a man won't find that |
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Had a good thing here let's rewind facts |
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Believe me I know all about them other cats |
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How they all played the game just to get to you |
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Spitting all in my ear which you like who |
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Tickled your fancy who you would invite |
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To be yours, I penned verses |
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Quote verses, with purpose, so nervous |
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I wrote urgence I spoke shy you spoke live |
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We spoke by, up until this year |
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When I saw you, you saw me, we walked by |
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Till you found out I emceed, now you all up in my face like |
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(Chorus x2 - Phonte]] |
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Yo yo yo |
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yee yee yee yo yo |
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Yo yo yo |
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yee yee yee yo yo |
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Why you all up in my face like |
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Yo yo yo |
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yee yee yee yo yo |
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Yo yo yo |
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yee yee yee yo yo |
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(Verse 2 - Phonte) |
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Yea, yea, ok, alright |
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Ya'll know them niggas that I'm talkin bout |
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The ones that ya'll be seeing at the coffee house |
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Soon as they get the mic I start walkin out |
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And swear that they skill the most talked about |
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It's time to bring the emcees on, I'm sick of niggas lookin |
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Bitch trying to read poems and try to battle |
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Me with sandals and capries on, come on dog |
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I'm about to get hyped with this, shed some light to this |
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So called black righteousness |
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Even though ya'll niggas might not cuss like me |
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At the end of the night ya'll just trying to fuck like me |
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So what's the reason for the hating, niggas with dreads |
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Calling they self gods with white girls named Caitlin |
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And I'm cool with interracial dating, but I aint about |
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To hear no fucking speeches cause I wanna have some bacon |
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I rock and swerve, that's why I cant fuck with |
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Coffee houses man, get on my god damn nerves |
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And deep down ya'll know that I'm right, man shit I'm bout |
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To kick some Trick Daddy next poetry night like |
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My black queen |
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Don't know nan nigga |
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(Chorus - Phonte) |
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Yo yo yo |
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yee yee yee yo yo |
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Yo yo yo |
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yee yee yee yo yo |
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Niggas wanna come to my face |
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Cause I'm making moves and they running in place |
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In my face like |
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Yo yo yo |
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yee yee yee yo yo |
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Yo yo yo |
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yee yee yee yo yo |
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Niggas wanna come to my face |
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Fuck that tofu I need a pork chop on my plate |
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Like this nigga |
