Yo wake up it's the 'D' up in here With the Spooks and we 'bout to drop it on y'all Y'all get a clue get a clue, get a clue, get a clue
Now everybody wanna tell who to be with Really doesn't matter to me long as I miss that shit And AIDS ain't the end of the world girls and us do kinky And there's way to muff without the fluids
Never hide the truth if my and hair is sacred Then why we can't be in public It's totally like sex is but this is A law that had to be made by men itty bitty penises
The streets of this world are my playground I explore them Meet somebody I don't like and I ignore them I don't them They way that you know who be he want me to hate like he But I got too poo, poo with me
get a clue it's a new game Can't be on you I go my own way gonna play with who they wanna play with People gonna always lay who they wanna lay with
it's the B, L, A, C, K to the S, P double O, K It don't what another man say I'm still do it all my way 'Cause I'm slick like C-Bo's
I wanna be down with yo gross click I just snap photo flicks With a freaky little trick puffin sticks I can live as dirt road hicks
I can make three two make six Cut with verbal scrapes and I'm as ill as with dicks Scuff my kicks I'm bustin'
Openin' up like Vicks Purchase ism by the Plus I brick hoes I picks All in yo mix as I ease
Like Vix be greasin' dicks I be skeezin' chicks when the season I be makin' tricks itch like and ticks I swoop low and on tricks
I've got my own prefix I'll stop twitchin' where's my I gonna shit up like Twix
Fool get a it's a new game Can't be on you I go my own way gonna play with who they wanna play with People gonna always lay with who they lay with
Fool get a clue a new game be trippin' on you I go my own way Players gonna with who they wanna play with People gonna always lay with who they lay with
You want me to want you want (I go my own way) You me to be like you be (I go my own way)
You want me to like you be trippin' (I go my own way) go my own way (I go my own way)
Maybe it your flava but I'm gettin' wit it you wouldn't be seen wit it yo but I'm splittin' wit it Maybe it ain't your style or shape but I'm hittin' it You me to hate what you hate But quit it forget it, I ain't wit it
This country tis of me how to bring the groceries Now I'm crazy just I'm supposed to be Smokin' my mentality Sex, money and drugs the most to me
Murderin' mothafuckas ain't a to me And I'ma keep 'G' Hold on blood hold on You keep holdin' on You gotta on fightin'