Letras Cheat On Her - Cuban Link

Cheat On Her

Yea, and anotha one\nBig Pun baby, Big Pun baby\nTony Sunshine, Cuban Link now baby\nTerror Squad now, Terror Squad baby\nTerror Squad baby\n(Chorus 1 — Tony Sunshine)\nCheat on her\ncause shes gonna cheat on you\n? A lil crushing?, at a hot lil spot\nAt a rendevouz\nCheat on her\ncause shes gonna cheat on you\nCuz shes? gettin nasty? wit ya best friend? Nate?\nOr ya brother too\n(Verse 1 — Cuban Link)\nAiyo excuses excuses\nI’m sick of this bullshit its useless\nYou’re ruthless, you accused of me cheatin\nBut where’s ur proof miss?\nThe truth is, u keep flippin too much of those loose lips\nIs it because I got the chicks feelin my music\nIf the shoe fits, wear it\nYo u be thinkin I’m stupid\nActin like u dont do shit, I studied ya movements\nAnd uve been too slick since they first introduced us\nYa used to be? in every dance club in the U.S.\nYou should think before u speak\nTryin to blame it all on me\nEager to beaf so u could leave and have a cheap excuse to cheat\nSee I kno the game baby, You been actin strange lately\nA lil deranged you changed u aint the same lady\nPlayin me shady claimin that I’m runnin trains daily\nSayin u hate me maybe its the fame thats makin u crazy\nMaybe its me and jus the way that i see it\nBetter believe it, if i never got caught i never cheated\nKeep it real even the sweetest girls be cheatin at will\nThen u see em chillin like u and dont be feelin no guilt\nWillin to deal wit it givin u dat devious grill\nCuz she feels u did it so shes gettin even to heal\nI know da deal\n(Chorus 2)\nCheat on her\ncause shes gonna cheat on you\nShe lookin kinda classy\nBut you find her at ya house, comment talez vouz\nCheat on her\nIf shes gonna cheat on you\nShe sumthin nasty\nWit the whole Terror Squad foundation boo\n(Verse 2 — Big Pun)\nThought I was livin low key\nOfficial pimp daddy ol' G\nMy whole steez was drinkin beer and throwin trees\nBut don’t sleep a freak aint always a mack\nThen I found out my lil sweetie was blowin out backs\nShe was lonely in trapped, started sippin Bacardi\nMet sum pimp at a party, now she strippin at Ardy’s\nPop the whip on a Harley\nMad kickin the body,? finally slipped at a hottie\nGripped the politic at menagie?\nProbly ran more trains than the third rail\nFuck it, its her world, Mind you this used to be a church girl\n? Wit sum words filled?, jus knowin I’m responsible\nWhen I sleep all I see is Mandingo throwin and King-Kongin' you\nCan’t rest, its like I’m hexed for life\nHow much respect u expect when niggas is sexin ur wife\nProfessional advice, ignore the whores and the hooters\ncuz pains in the heart, hurt much more than a bruise\nMore than a loser, cuz I lost love in the fast lane\nNext time I’ll think twice before I give away my last name\nIts mad strain, mad strife mad stressful but its a man’s game\nand ur wife could be next. I’m out.\n(Tony Sunshine)\nI’m sorry is all that I can say\nI cheated, I pleaded\nI’m sorry\n(Chorus 1 & 2)\nShes gonna find out one day\nIt’s done for life\nOoooooo, oh ohhhhh