She was a brown skin, ebony honey that hip hop Cut off tank-top, she make your face drop Hotbox, like it or not, she don't care I got She got her own knot in stocks
And in the backwoods, she plans to me off Suck me off and then say, I be off Tryin' to smoke with X, the kush is makin' her cough She must hate her clothes, she keeps takin 'em off
At the Palms on a Friday night Attack each like animals 'til the sky turn bright Make it a night to remember, she went her sista Then her sista turned around and told the shit to
Then Melissa got my number, started me pictures In all of different positions, man, this bitch on a mission Listen, a man is a man, handle his business I ain't a bad guy, just dealin' with bitches
I remember when used to push in a Caddy I met this chick from the Valley, she she wanted me badly Now this is common in Cali the homies is savy Bitches be givin' money to niggaz and 'em Daddy
She in a brand new Lexus, just moved from She to California to model and be that next bitch Takin' pictures, tryin' to gain more acceptance Maybe get some jobs, try to politic connections
I said for X to the Z My homie picked through my trash of talkin' to me He fell in love her ass and while she casin' his place Tryin' to tell another nigga he got up in his safe
About the big hundred stacks and them to match Forever watchin' his back, he never relax And when her nigga attack, he got a in his britches He ain't a bad guy, just dealin' scandalous bitches
I met this girl the 'Natti, I got along with her daddy I made it up in my mind, this is the girl marry Now when you wanna get married, the is scary You want your weight to get carried, you your skeletons buried
She moved out to California to me in a hurry Her reputation was but yo, that didn't disturb me I want to stop the insanity, try to me a family checkin' my phone and brought her back to reality
Left her on the dresser, adios, motherfucker I'm travelin' home the road, I hear she fuckin' with Usher Now Usher don't even know me but I got for the homie Even everybody around me be thinkin' he corny
She everythin', said the rumors was phony On the cryin', she love me, said she wanted to hold me "Yo, he shit to me, Alvin, I was just into his album That was some bullshit, I'm sorry, I'm without him"
So I'm off to Miami, got invited to By Mr. Raymond himself, yo, I hatin' nobody Now when we walk in the party, yep, guess who I Lyin' bitch, said she was from N.Y.C.
He wipin' the sweat off of her face and her chest And then she gave him a and then she looked to the left And when she seen it was X, she cryin' and trippin' And was lookin' confused, the scene, it couldn't be written
Now he pluckin' his chickens, I ain't gon' sock him or diss him I'm from the West where niggaz don't be fightin' for bitches A little over-dramatic, in Rome I called him a In front of millions of people, but shouldn't have done that
I was makin' a joke, I didn't to offend when I introduced Destiny's Child as Boyz II Men Listen, a man is a man, gon' handle his I ain't a bad guy, dealin' with scandalous bitches
X, you ever get of, um Motherfuckers talkin' to you about My Ride'?