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Verse One: |
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Erick Sermon |
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Oh what the heck, let's get married and have a son named |
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Erick No big deal, no sweat |
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Hmmm, I was in for a big surprise |
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And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes |
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Brainlocked, my whole damn head was malfunctional |
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Cause I forgot to co-sign a prenuptial, agreement |
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Now her case is hard like cement |
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I have no files on all the money she spent |
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She has a car, nineteen ninety brand new |
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Jaguar Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star that she bought, when |
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I was away on tour |
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Hittin' my bank account, gettin more and more money |
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She got paid, it wasn't funny |
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Talkin to myself - oh you big big dummy |
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Just my luck, that |
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I'm stuck with a marriage |
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And a baby, who lays in a gold carriage |
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Now I can't leave, if |
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I do she gets half (not the cash) |
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Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money |
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So I chill, and act so sweet |
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Kiss her feet, can't picture bein in the street |
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So I give a fake smile, and a fake laugh |
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Fake everything so |
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I can keep all my cash |
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Fake talk, like |
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I love you so much |
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But wishin, she gets hit by a |
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Mack truck |
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Next time, if there's one |
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I'll know |
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That most women strictly out for the dough |
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They're called gold diggers |
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Cause she's a gold digger (3X) |
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Verse Two: |
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Parrish Smith |
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The P had a close call, quiet as kept |
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I dated this "Flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girl" |
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Yeah, and almost got vicked |
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She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body (so what cha sayin) |
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Top it off, she drove a black |
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Maserati Chrome kit, with a smile |
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I couldn't resist |
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I tapped E on the shoulder and said, "Yeah I gots to get this" (P cool, she could be a gold digger) |
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Not with that smile and that stupid boomin figure til one day, she spent the crazy dough |
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Ten G's on |
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Levi's, cold went |
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Rambo But then she smiled, gave me a back massage |
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Gassed my head up, and said (oh P you're so large) |
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Like a jerk, |
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I went for the line like a fish |
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But she was far from dream girl, and more like a death wish |
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She likes to sit back, lamp, walk on plush rugs |
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Whip my five-sixty sip |
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Moet and bug (so did you flip?) |
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Tried to but she cut me off |
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And said, "Guess what?" (what) "I'm pregnant" (pregnant? damn) |
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Yeah and the child is yours |
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So to fellas, who wanna keep they cash |
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Or beware of the jack hammer and the helmet that glows |
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Cause she's a gold digger |
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Cause she's a gold digger (3X) |
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Verse Three: |
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Erick Sermon, |
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Parrish Smith [E] |
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That's why, men in the 90's must watch themselves [P] |
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Cause ladies of the 80's got hip and went for self |
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With the new divorce laws, which entitles them half [E] |
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That means the house goes [P] |
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The car [E] |
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You and half your cash [P] |
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What a price to pay, but if you play you pay |
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Cause women of the world they got smart today |
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They flash a smile and profile [E] |
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A pucker with a strut [P] |
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Try to move in [E] |
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Knock the boots [P] |
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And got stuck, with alimony payments [E] |
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Time to meet |
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Judge Wapner [P] |
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You try to flip and cut, but she smiles 'cause she gotcha |
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You get a flashback to wedding, when you vowed the vow |
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Said the two deadly words [E] |
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I do [P] But look now, you lost the house [E] |
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The car [P] |
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Eatin TV dinners in a one bedroom apartment [E] |
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Boy you picked a winner [P] |
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But what goes around, comes around [E] |
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That's why she wheels the |
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Benz [P] And you ride |
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Greyhound |
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Oh, just your luck, they on strike |
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Take off the wedding band, put out the thumb, time to hitch-hike |
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And the more you walk the pain from your corns get bigger (Now you know) |
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Not to mess with a gold digger |
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Cause she's a gold digger (repeat 3X) [P] |
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Yeah EPMD's in effect, |
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DJ Scratch runs flex boy |
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Hit Squad in effect in the house [E] |
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Large!! Yeah, she get half |
