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Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
In this corner, quivering in the white trunks
We have the unsuspecting boyfriend
Facing up to the champion, his well-seasoned girlfriend
The three knockdown rule is in full effect
That's the sound of curiosity peaking
Like cops that pat you down
Boyfriend's probably seeking the dirt
On his skirt as if he's deep in the earth
Like who had reached in her shirt
And who was sleeping with her
But hey, she's only human and probably only doing
The dude who she loves most, so you know who she's screwing
But while you're lying there spooning
Assuming life is just all good
You inadvertently missed the signs of the falsehood
Living life in a small hood you probably collide
With lots of the guys who used to climb on top of your wife
So it's not a surprise you asking the stupidest questions
"Who was the best in the sack and how many dudes have you slept with?"
But the chance is you didn't want them answers
And can't live with it, she used to be just a dancer
Making the fast tips you would stuff her pants with
And fast as mass transit she taught you what romance is
I'm so glad we met (hey shorty)
Come on girl, try to be patient, I know I'm a pain in the ass
But your ex-boyfriend has me stressed (back off dude)
And all of this ex stuff should just remain in the past
No, we can't get married yet (can't get married yet)
It isn't just that it's greener, it's also the length of the grass
But somehow you keep on running to me
And we keep living in fear of the idiot year
Most of y'all are just wishing that this was fiction
Or itching to ask your chick if your dick isn't a depiction
Of fitting inside her stitching when you're sewing it up
And to think that most of this stuff is just over a fuck
I know what you're thinking, we've all grown up with women
And living without them seems like it's harder than living with them
But if you hit them you'll probably end up living in prison, fellas
And you'll be someone's bitch, I hope your girlfriend isn't jealous
This Cinderella shit's totally irrelevant
You'll never get a girl older than seven that's been celibate
Cause every chick has been around the block with a guy or ten
And guys are sensitive, it's better that you lie to them
Even the violent men who dress up in street clothes
With stilettos and heat know they got delicate egos
If she chose to tell you all the persons with whom
She put in work in her womb, it would burst your balloon
I'm so glad we met (hey shorty)
Come on girl, try to be patient, I know I'm a pain in the ass
But your ex-boyfriend has me stressed (back off dude)
And all of this ex stuff should just remain in the past
No, we can't get married yet (can't get married yet)
It isn't just that it's greener, it's also the length of the grass
But somehow you keep on running to me
And we keep living in fear of the idiot year
Looking at your sweetest snapshot's when you start to wonder
About the backdrop of her other lovers
When you discover another pic of her hidden up under there
Dressed in summer wear with her ex giving her bunny ears
And no one wants to share their chick with the last guy
To get rid of the bad vibes you figure you'd ask why
Her past life's still chilling in the picture frame
She'd probably forget his name if the dick's the same
Which is lame but for some dumb reason
The last bum seeps into your dreams and you become unseasoned
Till one evening you build up the heart to ask her
Disaster! With your lungs breathing hard as asthma
And after she breaks down and tells you the truth
It leads to a fight and she's yelling at you
And I'm convinced of this, being your queen's only king, you missed
C. Lewis right, ignorance is bliss
I'm so glad we met (hey shorty)
Come on girl, try to be patient, I know I'm a pain in the ass
But your ex-boyfriend has me stressed (back off dude)
And all of this ex stuff should just remain in the past
No, we can't get married yet (can't get married yet)
It isn't just that it's greener, it's also the length of the grass
But somehow you keep on running to me
Oh, what's a guy to do?
Now listen to me, papi
You're all fucking idiots
How do you like them apples?
You know, I don't think we need to do the
Thing where we tell each other everything