I want to know who you are but you still look nice So you talk to me? Should I tell you a story? I tell you a treat? They think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel
See, it started off as just a simple conversation I her The name of my company (Oh a Sanger) I said my name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap
Oh you that guy talking 'bout when they be whisperin', ain't cha Bring name up when they talking and say money will change ya I heard a lot about how you can't deal with anger Heard the rumors how you're 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 nice 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 starts emptying as she's pouring out her life to me Telling me her goals and how successful she would like to be And me to a session of her life And she seems so innocent 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 Telling me tales like she handle Hennessey well
Getting into it, getting and into details See, I just met you and you me your kids Who said I had any kids? I didn't bring up no Then who's in 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? Should I tell you a Should I tell you a treat? They think I'm crazy, they don't how I feel
Umm, I remember her name but she look like an angel She wasn't from here, I knew she hang a Round a part of the but hey the story gets stranger 'Cause this was stranger than I could explain you see
She said she married but the rings on her finger me she was langin' and using the same uh Game I use on women so I couldn't even her Spitting the game I spit to 'em I'm trying to bang her
I bump into this dime, he me that he used to know you He told me about the loyalty and he used to show you He what he said with a passion like it was so true take advantage of the fact That the listeners didn't know you
There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, show you She digs in her purse and while she fumbles I find that photo, I'm like, "Oh no there's some in town" I turn as these two officers 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 and she says no need for whispering Then she tells me
I don't really a damn whose listening Try to it last a long time was my mission And he kept on tripping and then I got at him Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were missing him
I want to know who you are but you still look very 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, get this straight, your man cheated on you and now You talking to a perfect stranger like it's you proud And the rest of conversation she just telling me how It her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile She
Pictures can be like she knew he was foul Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses a smile's Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't stand it another So she did what she did then she went to go a shower
Damn do you mean? (Couldn't tell you I missin' him) I don't what you're saying, how did you get rid of him? She him, as I ask her what it is she did to him
She stops, ay keep I'm listening (I wanna tell about the images I'm picturing) Henny then she tell me (For real and I got the feeling of what I'm Is that I wanted to him)
Something's wrong here and I know who is the villain The poison's getting louder, the is getting clearer The officers is at us and I can tell they can hear her, told me (It was protection, for it in the stash)
The plastic is she grabbed and she put it right on his ass Bust it before the blast, she thought she was free at I think you crazy, sorry I'm pressing for time I go grind, time's putting to resting Now I'm sweating and stressing, this girl's got me
That this conversation is two types of evil 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 Watching on Sundays when they be chilling
And that's exactly the day that the came to get him The feeling was the worst that she could possibly be feeling Stood up and I yelled out, "Why in the hell did you kill him?" I kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy