Too Short:
I love things about you (it`s alright) you got it going on
I`m not in love and this is not a love song, but you`ve been down for so long
You should never be wrong, I know it`s all my fault
My mind been gone, I`m always on the chase
Lipstick on my face, when I get home
You gotta get on my case, cause I`ve been fuckin` up
Coming home smelling like her, I can`t fuck it up
Call your mama tell her how it hurts, tell her
I`m a dog, but don`t say that`s all
I came in first place at the players ball, and now I got my skrill on
My new grill on, put you through some shit girl
But I know you`re real strong, you say I never find a real one like you
But I never take the time to feel like you, I put the game down
The way it`s suppose to be, don`t be a punk ass bitch, just get open with me
Too Short talking:
Cause I`m a real player. A-yo Pimp C I don`t think they feel us.
Pimp C:
There`s a very thin line between love and hate
And there`s a very thin line between a fuck and a date
Girl you know when I was hollering at you
I want to hit, I ain`t got time to get caught up over a girl and lose my grip
I`m screaming Steady pimp you steady trying a change me
Running that game your mama taught you, bitch that shit don`t faze me
Say bitch I`m Pimp C, I shall be seen again
But all that shit your cousin toldyou has gone in the wind
Just cause I pimp my pen, you think you moving in
Like I`m a trick I`m a let you have half of everything I spend
You talking week rent, I`m trying to whip a Benz
Flipping the club with pimps like Too Short, baby lady friends
Talking bout your sister saw me with a brand new bitch at the club
Coming at me wiht high school shit, bitch you must be in love
Space Age, new faze, I done payed the price
Hoping you ain`t bout to rip my stable, she said I`m shift
But bitch that`s alright
Pimp C talking:
You can keep your funky ass pussy, you know what I`m saying? Straight up.
What`s up Short?
Too Short:
Shit go back to pimpology man. These hoe know it`s alright though and if
they don`t Bun will let them know.
Bun B:
Baby you`re hangin` on a rope, it`s getting crucial like dope
I can`t cope, I guess the situation has lost all hope
Cause you`ve obviously flipped your lid, but what`s done is did
I`m putting youup for sale for the highest bid
Or an ass from kid shit, you got me twist-ed
Little Bun won`t be another statist-ic, this love affair went ballist-ic
Puttin` them messy ass hoes up in my mix like Bisquick
And thinkin` you gonna leave Big Bun juiced like mystic
Nigga believe me shit`s thick, loves lost
nothing`s gained but confusion about the pain
You losing about the same, you can`t tame, a wild animal
Feeding lettece to a cannibal, make a grown man wear goranibals
And I can`t handle, bullshit that`s unnessessary
You can`t handle being with a G, I guess it`s scary
It`s the very thing that put us together seperated us
Player hated us, and things will never be the way it was
I hate to say it cause, but find another shoulder to cry on
Stop gettin` your lie on, baby it`s alright
Too Short talking:
I wanna dedicate this song to my bitch, quit tripping and bring your ass
home, baby I love you, al long as you got my money
Pimp C talking:
You know what I`m saying? It`s 199 reits, know what I`m sayin`, straight up
pimpin`, you know what I`m talking about, I`m trying to see some papers,
some dead ones.
Bun B talking:
Some real shit going on, you know what I`m saying? This is Big Bun and I`m
out with my nigga Short and my nigga Pimp C. You know how players is with
bitches on your dick.
Pimp C talking:
Pimping ain`t dead, they just scared you know what I`m talking about?
What`s up Short?
Too Short:
Ain`t no love bitch (ha ha ha ha) Beeotch. Tell them motherfuckers at Jive
to quit trippin`.
