Slammin - half a thang of her-on in the bathroom (damn!) Keep an AK and the backup in the backroom Cook a meal clean and she suck me like a vacuum Took a vacation to the county, I'll be back soon Sent a couple zero's, money on my J-pay Payin off the COs', smoking on the gateway Word around the block when I was locked she gave my thang away 'Bout to have a baby with a nigga, that's what they say (They say) Damn... Well, please say it ain't so Took off the glove, say it's love when it ain't though Her classmate was comin over, that was strange though Apparently the homework ain't all he came for Maybe you stank ho, maybe that's a bit mean Maybe you grew up and I'm still livin like I'm sixteen Like a child runnin wild in the city streets Man I put that bitch up on her feet, she cut a nigga deep Damn... bitch! (That's why I treat these hoes the way I treat 'em now) That's deeper than a muh'fucker baby, know what I'm sayin? Slammin - Smack it up and flip it, then I rub it down Zip it up, and then I ship it to another town Smokin hella weed while me and Willie bust a couple pounds She used to like that type of shit, now we don't fuck around Girl you used to say them other niggaz wasn't hood enough Got your lil' degree, now niggaz from the hood ain't good enough Bitch you wasn't trippin when that old school was pullin up You was short on ends at your college, who would put 'em up? (Put em up) Uh... Well bitch, I'm out here puttin on I hope you feel the pain I'm feelin when you hear this song Don't want a nigga that's gon' slang shit up in your home But you ran off and got engaged, man that shit was wrong All to a nigga that don't got nothin that I ain't got Only difference is he tryna be a fuckin astronaut Saw this pussy nigga when I walked up in the barber shop Green as a leaf, lookin sweet, that cut a nigga deep Damn... So these the type of niggaz you fuckin with now, baby? Nuhmsayin? Square ass muh'fucker (You used to love a thug nigga) Yeah, yeah Uhh~! I love her and she love him, so I never touch him She's got his baby in the oven, so it's motherfuck him Ain't trippin cause you got a nigga, I just think you rushin But leavin him to be with me ain't part of our discussion (nah..) Plus I'm on the road now, different color hoes now Layed back on the dope, I'm gettin dollars off my shows now Bitches wanna tie me down, but I ain't in that mode now Five years later, why you callin up my phone now? (Phone now) Uh... Well bitch, how you get the number? Like every other month I'm switchin up that motherfucker Back on the bus I used to finger-fuck her singin Usher Down on my luck and then she upped and left me for a sucka I reminisce on all the crazy shit we did You and me forever, shit we say when we was kids She said, "I'm havin problems and I pray that he forgive when he find out the baby ain't his", that cut a nigga deep Damn... What the fuck? So, what you tryna say baby? The baby ain't his? Whose is it? Uh, yea..