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Four out of ten murders are love
Keep 'ood, in-a your pants
And these things 'appen to you
Check out da

Tell him, me, I beg your pardon
Inform him, that Chubb is playin' in your secret
'Cause he didn't cut the lawn,
I have a thumb, you're not dumb, that's why you sweat me

You wanna have cake and eat it too, so do I
You're around, we're sneaking around, so why
Do you wanna continue, to every venue?
You don't tell him, I'll you

This ain't right so put him down on the
That you're a blow-up sex doll for every
are the footsteps that you followed
Tippy-toed to my and did me a solid

You every question I ever had
On the female anatomy, you sat on me
Cheating is more serious than the taking of
So tell him, before I him

If Mary had her boyfriend
she was supposed to
None of would be happening

him, his feelings, you disregard
You took his card, went on the boulevard
You bought me after shirt with his hard-earned work
You him like dirt

My conscience said to me, yo Chubbs you better be
She you the keys to his Cherokee jeep
But I don't wanna go six deep
In the dirt for skirt

I was gonna cut her off but the stuff was dope
The dope even my car note, nope
I'm let her go yet until I get
This can really get me out of financial debt

So I chill, passion kills, spilled
On an grill then overspilled
The guilt, in my chest so I suggest
That you tell him, you can start off fresh
Cheating is more than the taking of pellum
So tell him, before I him

If had told her boyfriend
she was supposed to
None of this would be

Here's one bang for the road
Never will you explode
this you might miss the imprint of my fist
Embedded in the bed by head

"Don't leave me Chubb, don't me Chubb", she screamed
I got to all of his green
I lust for your thrust so why don't you trust
Don't fuss, he'll find out about us

But baby, I see you no more and
Let me see at the door

Yo, who are
Who me? You don't man?
Why I'm gonna ya

If Chubbs had kept his in his pants
he was supposed to
None of this would have