| My nigga, C, he from Texas, I’m from Tennesee
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| We do our thang, with them thangs, makin' currency
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| He got the hook up with Columbians and Mexicans
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| He wraps 'em up and ships 'em out, and I supply the ends
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| Excellent profit got us livin' elegant
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| Laundrymat style washes away the evidence
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| Get on the plane every weekend and visit
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| I would visit his town, and he would visit Memphis
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| Takin' the nigga clubbin', Embassy suites, and freaks
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| Up all night, sippin' Tussin, smokin' Sweets
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| One weekend, I’m in his town, his crib
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| You really must trust a nigga to show him where you live
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| Fly scenery, space aged things, and big screen
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| In the den, shootin' pool puffin' on some good green
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| In walked the woman that was C’s fiancee
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| He said daddy loved her, and would marry her one day
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| Her name was Angela, damn she was fine
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| I admit I had evil thoughts rush in my mind
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| Moscino fittin' tight, she was dressed to kill
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| She winked but I didn’t think the ho was for real
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| What am I, supposed to do?
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| When I’m takin' a chance, fuckin' with you
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| My homeboy’s girlfriend
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| Now if someone, found out about us
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| Then someone’s, gonna get fucked up
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| My homeboy’s grilfriend
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| The smell of breakfast, woke me up from my dreams
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| Bacon sizzlin', searchin' for the kitchen like a fiend
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| What I, seen, straight took me by surprise
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| Angela half naked not tryin' to hide
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| She saw me lookin', but kept cookin'
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| What’s up with that?
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| Invitin' me to sit down, and said she’d be right back
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| I poured a glass of O.J. |
| and pulled up a seat
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| Angela came right back, and sat next to me
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| Kissed me on my cheek and said
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| (Oh you cute, I don’t know what it is, but it’s just something about you)
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| With her hand on my leg, she kissed me on my neck
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| I said baby chill, this is too much disrespect
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| If C walked in, he be a mad mothafucker
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| And ain’t no pussy gon' come between brothers
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| Lovers, we can’t be, cause that’s bad business
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| (Ball, you could have all of this, and there won’t be no witnesses)
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| All in my lap, on my early mornin' hard dick
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| Grindin' on it, pullin' it, before I knew it, suckin' it
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| Ended up fuckin' it
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| I guess I’m a weak man
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| It’s hard to understand my homeboy’s girlfriend
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| Me and C jumped in the Benz and hit the town for a while
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| I can’t believe what just happned, man this shit too wild
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| If C finds out, he might trip and try to kill me
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| And I ain’t the type of nigga that’s gonna feel guilty
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| Later on, we was at the pad, kickin' back
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| C had to make a run, to go and serve a pack
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| Before he made it out the driveway good
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| Angela was all on me, tryin' to suck on my wood
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| On the pool table, on the floor, man what a whore
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| I was lookin' out for C, she was beggin' me for more
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| An hour later, C walked through the door
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| Unaware, that I was just in his ladies underwear
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| I flew home the next day still reminiscing
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| Not believin' I just dicked on my homies Mrs
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| This is a fuckin' trip man
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| I will never understand, my homeboy’s girlfriend |