I want to know who you are but you look very nice So will you to me? Should I tell you a story? Should I you a treat? think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel
See, it started off as a simple conversation I gave her The name of my company (Oh a Sanger) I said my name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap
Oh you guy they talking 'bout when they be whisperin', ain't cha Bring your name up when talking and say money will change ya I a lot about how you can't deal with your anger Heard the how you're always in trouble or danger Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no to explain sir You do have a right to be, you seem like you're to me And like you're gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a
I tell the boy the same on ice for me Her drink starts emptying as she's out her life to me Telling me about her and how successful she would like to be And invite me to a of her life And she seems so damn but something isn't right to me She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, would you to see?"
I'm thinking she gotta be friendly as a soul to me, it's like an identity sell We met is the story that my memory tells me tales like she doesn't handle Hennessey well
Getting into it, getting intimate and details See, I met you and you showing me your kids Who said I had any kids? I bring up no kids Then in this picture? Man, let you show you just who it is
I want to know who you are but you still look very So you talk to me? I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat? They think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I
Umm, I don't remember her but she look like an angel She wasn't here, I knew she didn't hang a Round a part of the but hey the story gets stranger this stranger was stranger than I could explain you see
She said she wasn't married but the rings on her Told me she was and using the same uh Game I use on women so I couldn't blame her the game I spit to 'em when I'm trying to bang her
I bump into this dime, he told me he used to know you He me about the loyalty and love he used to show you He what he said with a passion like it was so true Wouldn't take advantage of the That the listeners didn't really you
pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I'll show you She digs in her purse and while she around I find photo, I'm like, "Oh no there's some trouble in town" I turn around as these two is coming in now
They in real suspicious and come and sit down So close, I can see they of the guns to the ground So that they can listen to either of us now We turn back around and she says no need for she tells me that
I don't really a damn whose listening Try to make it last a long was my mission And he kept on and then I got pissed at him Hit 'em with my and my punches were never missing him
I want to know who you are but you still look nice So will you to me? I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat? They think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel
Okay, let's get this straight, your man on you and now You talking to a perfect like it's making you proud And the rest of this conversation she telling me how It wasn't her in the pic but a familiar smile She
Pictures can be deceiving like she knew he was Look closer, you'll see a coward who a smile's power Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't stand it another So she did she did then she went to go take a shower
Damn what do you (Couldn't you that I missin' him) I don't understand what saying, how did you get rid of him? She dissing him, as I ask her it is she did to him
She stops, ay keep talkin' I'm (I don't wanna tell the images I'm picturing) Henny then she tell me (For and I got the feeling of what I'm feeling Is that I to kill him)
Something's here and I know just who is the villain The getting louder, the moral is getting clearer The officers is looking at us and I can tell can hear her, told me (It was protection, for it in the stash)
The plastic is what she grabbed and she put it on his ass Bust it before the blast, she she was free at least Baby I think you crazy, sorry I'm for time I gotta go grind, time's putting to Now I'm sweating and stressing, this got me guessing
this conversation is two types of evil confession And she pulls a picture, it's my damn ex-best friend How you know him? She told me she was him at his house movies on Sundays when they be chilling
And that's exactly the day the hospital came to get him The was the worst feeling that she could possibly be feeling Stood up and then I out, "Why in the hell did you kill him?" I didn't kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's