(Yeah) I found a letter on my dresser last night I've got a baby on the way It made me suspicious of another guy ?cause You couldn?t tell me to my face
I could be the first to let you know That nothing means anything Now I'm standing here outside your door In the pouring rain And I can't believe nothing
we'll go through them all) 'Cause it's time to get to business and there's nothing left to say (With no intermissions,until you get off) Why chase the
me a drink and let's go Might have to peel me off the ceiling I'm like a soda that's been shaken up, boom I find the playfulness appealing That cat and mouse chase
So you wanna come at me Like you wanna come and play Bring your body close to me And girl we'll play all day 'Cause you got a sexy way And you know just
She loves daffodils and she keeps them on her windowsill When the wind blows her smell fills the room She dreams in color but does she know that I love
She's a bitch, say what, bitch? Don't get it twisted Sup with that little crazy man, it is what it is Yeah, yeah, tryin' to get with that, mayne You
You know we ridin', yeah we ridin' I got my nigga MC Breed in the house Big Baller, what you ridin' boy, what you ridin'? I got some candy paints sittin
Why, why she hoein' man? Why's she hoein', you ain't knowin'? Oh, you know why Why is she prostitutin' her body, bitch Analyze the game and tell me why
I luv, I luv, I luv it, I luv it, baby Luv this, I luv it, luv it, luv, ooh Luv this, I luv it, girl Luv, oh, you really want it, girl? Luv, I luv this
Yeah, you know, we always tryin' to get this money That's what we do It ain't easy but I'm tellin' you, it ain't hard either All you gotta do is keep
I, I only see em' on the late night creep And I, I fuck her good and never fall asleep 'Cause I, I'm just a big ol' pimp I run so deep And it's alright
Where my money at ho? Where my money at yo? Get my money 'fore I whip Forget your big fat ass, we going off, baby We don't mess around 'cuz I'm nautious
We, roll dubs Ball, in clubs Dimes, no scrubs If you're lookin' for a baller, baller We, roll dubs Ball, in clubs Dimes, no scrubs If you're lookin'
Yeah, bitch, you know how real players do this shit, bitch Man look at her, baby look good The way she dancin', maybe I should Step up to her and run
These are the tales These are the tales that I tell so well (Tune in to the History Channel) These are the tales (Learn a lesson biatch) These are the
Gotta be a player for life Gotta be a player for life Gotta be a player for life Gotta be a player for life Gotta be a player for life Gotta be a player
and I'm a pimp, bitch Why must I chase the cat? 'Cause you know, she's a ho Why must I chase the cat? Whaddya know, she gives me dough Why must I chase