My nigga C he from Texas I`m from Tennesee
We do our thang with them thangs makin` currency
He got the hook up with Columbians and Mexicans
He wraps `em up and ships `em out and I supply the ends
Excellent profit got us livin` elegant
Laundrymat style washes away the evidence
Get on the plane every weekend and visit
I would visit his town and he would visit Memphis
Takin` the nigga clubbin` Embassy suites, and freaks
Up all night, sippin` Tussin, smokin` Sweets
One weekend, I`m in his town, his crib
You really must trust a nigga to show him where you live
Fly scenery, space aged things, and big screen
In the den, shootin` pool puffin` on some good green
In walked the woman that was C`s fiancee
He said daddy loved her, and would marry her one day
Her name was Angela, damn she was fine
I admit I had evil thoughts rush in my mind
Moscino fittin` tight, she was dressed to kill
She winked but I didn`t think the hoe was for real
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What am I, supposed to do?
When I`m takin` a chance, fuckin` with you
My homeboy`s girlfriend
Now if someone, found out about us
Then someone`s, gonna get fucked up
My homeboy`s grilfriend
The smell of breakfast, woke me up from my dreams
Bacon sizzlin`, searchin` for the kitchen like a fiend
What I, seen, straight took me by surprise
Angela half naked not tryin` to hide
She saw me lookin`, but kept cookin`
What`s up with that?
Invitin` me to sit down, and said she`d be right back
I poured a glass of O.J. and pulled up a seat
Angela came right back, and sat next to me
Kissed me on my cheek and said
(Oh you cute, I don`t know what it is, but it`s just something about
you)
With her hand on my leg, she kissed me on my neck
I said baby chill, this is too much disrespect
If C walked in, he be a mad mothafucker
And ain`t no pussy gon` come between brothers
Lovers, we can`t be, cause that`s bad business
(Ball, you could have all of this, and there won`t be no witnesses)
All in my lap, on my early mornin` hard dick
Grindin` on it, pullin` it, before I knew it, suckin` it
Ended up fuckin` it
I guess I`m a weak man
It`s hard to understand my homeboy`s girlfriend
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Me and C jumped in the Benz and hit the town for a while
I can`t believe what just happned, man this shit too wild
If C finds out, he might trip and try to kill me
And I ain`t the type of nigga that`s gonna feel guilty
Later on, we was at the pad, kickin` back
C had to make a run, to go and serve a pack
Before he made it out the driveway good
Angela was all on me, tryin` to suck on my wood
On the pool table, on the floor, man what a whore
I was lookin` out for C, she was beggin` me for more
An hour later, C walked through the door
Unaware, that I was just in his ladies underwear
I flew home the next day still reminiscing
Not believin` I just dicked on my homies Mrs.
This is a fuckin` trip man
I will never understand, my homeboy`s girlfriend
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