Yo wake up the 'D' crew up in here With the Black Spooks and we 'bout to it on y'all Y'all get a clue get a clue, get a clue, get a clue
Now everybody wanna tell everybody who to be Really doesn't matter to me long as I miss that H-I-V And AIDS ain't the end of the world girls and us do stuff And there's way to muff the fluids touchin'
Never the truth if my body and hair is sacred Then why we can't be in public It's totally natural sex is but this is A law that had to be made by men itty bitty penises
The of this world they are my playground I explore them Meet somebody I don't like and I ignore I don't destroy them way that you know who be he want me to hate like he hate But I got too poo, poo with me
Fool get a clue it's a new Can't be on you I go my own way Players gonna play who they wanna play with People gonna always lay who they wanna lay with
Well the B, L, A, C, K to the S, P double O, K It don't what another man say I'm gone do it all my way 'Cause I'm slick C-Bo's quick
I wanna be down with yo gross click I wanna snap photo flicks With a freaky little trick puffin sticks I can live foul as dirt road
I can make three two make six Cut with verbal scrapes and I'm as ill as chicks dicks Scuff my I'm bustin' licks
Openin' up like Vicks ism by the bricks Plus I city hoes I picks All in yo mix as I ease
Like sitcom Vix be dicks I be skeezin' chicks when the switch I be makin' tricks itch like fleas and I swoop low and on tricks
I've got my own prefix I'll stop twitchin' my fixer I gonna break shit up Twix
Fool get a clue a new game Can't be on you I go my own way Players gonna with who they wanna play with People gonna always lay with who they lay with
get a clue it's a new game Can't be on you I go my own way Players gonna play with who wanna play with People gonna always lay with who wanna lay with
You want me to want what you (I go my own way) You want me to be you be (I go my own way)
You want me to trip like you be (I go my own way) go my own way (I go my own way)
Maybe it ain't your flava but I'm wit it Maybe you wouldn't be wit it yo but I'm splittin' wit it Maybe it ain't your style or your but I'm hittin' it You want me to hate what you But quit it forget it, I ain't wit it
This tis of thee Taught me how to the groceries Now I'm crazy just I'm supposed to be mothafucka's my mentality Sex, money and drugs the most to me
Murderin' ain't a thang to me And I'ma slanging 'G' on young blood hold on You gotta holdin' on You gotta keep on