All The Things (Your Man Won't Do)

歌詞

[1:] It's 1999 and it's scandalous Only in God do I trust Stay ready to bust the closest one to you These are the things you think your man won't do Everybody told me to peep game because this Sorry motha-fucka done got me into some shit He got me bent But I shoulda known since the first time that I saw the both of you Sittin' in the living room Lookin' like Jennifer 2 was on the menu But your destiny baby, and reality was headed for doom What happened to the animalistic passion and thuggish Way we used to bone even when we wasn't alone (like dat) In every category, I listed you a pro But now I know, but you don't know that I know you'se a ho This is a nigga I took trips and hustled wit My roll dawg, we was on some soulmate shit The type of shit that make a man want just me I let you feel my soul when I opened up and let you in me But you on some other shit, ain't that right boo? I'm seconds away from makin' you feel my 4-4 slug, ooohh Heyyyyy Come on! Come on! [1] Now it might be ironic But somebody been playin' on the phone And every day it happened, at night you leave home Where you been? Who da hell you gotta meet in the middle of the night? What you mean "what I'm talkin' 'bout?" I got hind-sight My homie called me and told me he got the tightest sticky So I got a few elbows, so I could flip it We shot the shit And then we attempted to put some shit on my mind About you that made me trip You, around me, sneakin', playin' freaky deeky And the busta you was with ain't actin' like they cool wit me Went to school wit me Now you can't look me in my eyes A little boy tryin' to be a man, hidin' behind lies You, the masta, ain't got me ?? ? Got a free ride in my trunk, punk Why do you do the things you do? That ain't the half if it, because this busta is a man just like you Heyyyyy Come on! Come on! [1] I shouldn't be surprised 'cause it be the hardest bustas The drive-by, shoot 'em up, bang bang bustas Chocolate boss, slidin' in and out the butt bustas Don't stutter, I say one word right now I shoulda listened to my homies That told me about you hauntin, maybe This explains the fuckin' shit stains Not only in the back, but in the front of your Range OH GOD, you must be testin' me, to see If I'm gon' be the old me or the new G Saw you at the resturaunt exchangin' fuck faces So stay your ass and twisted right over these lyricists I can start all over just like the book of Genesis And DON'T touch me, 'cause I don't know where your ass been It ain't my fault you let your homeboy run up in it I can't imagine you fuckin' wit KY Jelly Best believe you gon' pay for what you did to me Heyyyyy Come on! Come on! [1: to fade]