[8 Ball] Yeah.. What'chu talkin 'bout, what'chu think you doin? Why you walkin out, where you think you goin? You actin like you didn't, you knew what I was doin 3 o'clock in the mornin, you knew where I was goin Straight to my spot, a loft in the city Stopped and picked up somethin pretty on the freeway suckin titties You in the bed sleepin, I said that I was workin You smile when you see me but inside you was hurtin The cars and the clothes, whatever that you asked me I was takin care of you, I thought that you was happy Out of town, fuckin 'round, all-star, Superbowl A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is Condoms and phone numbers, I don't know whose shit that is F'real, you know when I realized that I was wrong When I wrote the words to this song
[Chorus: unnamed singer] Just tell me why baby, did I ever did I ever did I ever let you go baby Cause I love you cause I love you cause I really love you so baby Baby, woo - it's the very last time that I'll let you down I won't make the same mistakes again
[MJG] Yeah, since way back I was a mag-a-net for pretty women And brought up in the city where they exercise their pimpin I fight temptation daily, I could be in Paris chillin With somethin young, eager talent, they ready and willin I get a lot of phone numbers but don't really call 'em Unless I hit 'em just to let 'em know I'm out here ballin I know you picture me, laid up with these other women Most of the time I'm not, occasionally I get 'em Who was that woman lookin at me up in Wal*Mart Lock in the sexual fantasy, her drawers hot But back to the subject, the chemistry I really loved it Mental, emotional, couldn't put nothin above it But every unturned stone you had to touch it Rolled 'em over, look what you found, now you disgusted But before I leave, look me in my eye Don't cry, never lie..
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[8 Ball] You and me, full of that, sticky weed and cog-nac You like how I lick it then, put the dick up in your back There you go, talkin 'bout, what you know, who done said that they saw me trickin some-where with one of yo' friends Did you see me do it NO, do you know that shit fo' sho' Who you gon' believe me, or them ol' meddlin hoes Daaaamn, I think of all the shit I put you through This a lonely game and, sometimes I be missin you
[MJG] I got a tank of gas to burn up, turn up the radio Baby hit your girls, go tell 'em c'mon get ready to go We headed fo', somewhere, tucked in and very low key No interruptions, no cell phones, no tee-vee Just you and me, sippin up on some Hennessy Makin sure that we finish the whole, cup to the end it be meant to be chemistry between us and even though you saw the bitches in my Beamer..
[Chorus: to fade]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
