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Yeah, where the ladies at?
Where the ladies at?
Where the ladies at?
Check it out
This for all the ladies out there with the lump lump
Holdin it down
Runnin scams, turnin tricks, playin players
I'm tellin you, need to snap out of it, know what I'm sayin?
What the deal be mama? Body like drama
Other than a minor, penny short of a dime
Sharita doin peter, slick movin senorita
Give her two margaritas, she's the big willy eater
Head to toe fashion, love gear with a passion
Never caught lookin slum, I say word she is son
Nice lump lump, big chest caught me starin
Stretch the D and the Y of her shirt of Donna Karan
She a schemer, cherry red 52-8 Beamer
Monopin, bar hoppin, and it ain -knock knock- no stoppin
I'm checkin out the way that this chick can motivate
Spreadin legs, wastin eggs, up and down the tri-state
Whooooa, here she come, dig her dun
I'mma hit her with a clue and tell her see Frank Perdue
Cause I keep my erection out the porch in session
Cause the wrong interjection might lead to infection
It be trees and cheese, then bendin knees
Long as a nigga keep paper, then it's yours with ease
I know to hold up the half cause I deal with math
Quick to run that fast, just to ride us class
I've been doin my own thing
I've been doin my own thing
What you gonna do for me?
Yeah, I seen you at the African street fest
Dressed in three-fourths to your ankles
Tight wrap skirt, what could that hurt?
You was buyin books, givin flirtatious looks
At the brothers that was eyein your equipment
Light-skinned pigment, pierced the belly button
And you couldn't tell her nothin
She said she loved a man with dreads
And wasn't impressed with the name brand threads
Are you seein through her game plan?
Sex every night, but never with the same man
A freak for the knowledge
The first week of college you was sneakin brothers in the dorm
And lost your mind when you got the pad off-campus
All the time keepin up the facade
You like to fuck with the Gods
Now you stuck between a rock and a hard place
Faced with the facts that your acts are a detriment
To what you represent
Can't be a chicken and be actin like it's science you kickin
Mad niggas be stickin, lickin fingers after every meal
Now she wantin singers with a deal
I'm only bringin you the real
No matter what I say you gon' do what you feel
I've been doin my own thing
I've been doin my own thing
What you gonna do for me?
I had seen this chick at the bar, obviously she was thirst
The physical was there but mentally she was the worst
Walk around with her ass out, and a glass out
Of her hand, she sees nothin my man
Ask all the world tropics, say she been to the tropics
With this cat she hardly know, scholar rock super ho
Most likely have a baby from her cattle bone lover
Is that your wifey man? Nah that's my baby mother
You arrive at the bar by the car, like the hawk
Stay around to the chatter and make small talk
Get fidgety and then you walk
And you wonder why I dragged your name through New York
With the velcro cup that's stuck to your fingers
Searchin out the drug dealers and the fly rap singers
Gettin passed like a blunt, but in the club you front
You insist that you ain't been twist by half of these
Niggas, are you crazy? I got the figures and the numbers don't lie
Save the bullshit, don't try to be fly
Live as you live and have a good life
But a chick like that can't make a good wife
These words I say might cut like a knife
But I'm only tryin to save you stress and strife
I've been doin my own thing
I've been doin my own thing
What you gonna do for me?