[Intro:] Oh I love the way, That you carry yourself Even love the way, You wear your hair And I'm loving you That's cool, but um
[Verse 1:] Ok, I met you on the other side of town The word around town is that you known to get around I ain't trippin, no, I'm tryina put you in the leg lock, 54 Legs behind your head, make your bed rock, hit it slow, Young gigolo, call me Deuce Bigallow Never satisfied with one dime, you gotta give me more So, I ride clean through the city slow Looking for a cute face, fat ass, pretty toes Know some diddy hoes, that's the worst type Type that ask you for a purse on the first night Type to turn a great date to a worst night Love pack them bags up, you on the first flight home Then it's on to the next one Never know the next one, might be the best one Fresh off the jet, fly like Elroy Jetson Treat a dog hoe like a step son,
[Verse 2:] Ok, I met her at the gallery, I was in a Louie store Buying up a bunch of shit, attracting all the groupie hoes Sippin on the purple punch, you know it got me moving slow So I entertain them bitches like I'm in a movie role Take her out to eat, Rose, plate of sushi roll She got a pretty face, golden hair like dooky roll I'm thinking, this one might be a keeper Bring her to the hood and let all my niggas meet her Showin love, my homies say she look real familiar Something like this chick named Patricia I'm like whoa, every other city we go Pac said he best man, we see the same hoes Every other video, every other show You could bet your last dollar they be in the first row They just tryina get paid, who are they to blame? It's all about the might dollar, bright lights and fame
So I'm leaving That's right, I'm leavingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
