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[Talking:] Uh Y'all should of knew this day was coming We about to get back G with it in H-Town, man And all around the world [Chorus:] I so confused I can't tell the dudes from the chicks I so confused I can't tell the chicks from the dudes I so confused I can't tell the dudes from the chicks Cause they walking around the city wearing the same outfits [Verse 1:] Man I thought you was a thug certified wig-splitter Now ya with'cha girlfriend picking dresses off with her If you call yourself a gangsta you might wanna reconsider Purchasing that pink shirt with them studs and the glitter Females is getting harder while the dudes getting soft While he try'na let his hair grow she cutting her's off If you think you looking fly well that's your interpretation Meanwhile that tight shirt is cutting off your curilation You so fly that's it's scary I can't say it no clearer In the bathroom with'cha wife fighting over the mirror SongtexteY'all done squished the game up foreal tell me what's the biz Don't no woman want a man who think he cuter than she is Fools taking bubble bath with aroma therapy candles And if I see another dude wearing some sissy-fied sandals Talking bout 'they so comfortable, the air keeps the heat off' I'm a catch him by himself ambushing and chop his feet off [Chorus] [Verse 2:] These cats sweeter than Blades man I hope it's just a phase It didn't even reach this stage back in the El Debarge Jay's I done let it right too long so now they gots to pay How you gangsta and you smelling like feminine body spray? Man I'm tired of all these pretty rappers bragging bout swagga I'm a tag ya with a Jetta that'll make a bull stagga If ya son hit'cha process, ya head will properly melt I can't believe you came around here wearing that Superhero belt I can't see you feel like it's mescaline I maybe blind Plus I thought that Jerry-curls went out of style in eighty-nine Do you dress like this to meet a girl and get on ya jock? I like Michael Jackson too but ain't no glitter on my socks For this punk trending in I just got a whole repeat Why you high made for this like a channel that smoking weed Born to lead cause I'm bred from a bread gangsta ass G Straight up OG project of a gangsta ass seed [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Real G's are becoming extant like polar bears These boys be wearing clothes allot of women wouldn't wear You is a Rasta mon, bred it up, blow it in da air Now ya whole head's relaxed telling people it's baby hair Man I know allot of streets you better never walk on This dude is in a club with a canary scarf on With them fly Warden Jeans looking like they from the eighty's Cell phone rung his ringtone was "All My Single Ladies"? Yo shirt is lime green, ya shoes is suspect Ya face is moisturized ya hair passing ya neck Nothing wrong with getting fly but naw not like these folks I'm forever wearing sweat-shirts Nike's and black locs Where you get them shades from, man you elegant as a swan At a Chinese nail salon getting ya feet done Some of y'all need gangsta rehab and pimp slapped Is that a shirt, or a tank-top with two shoulder straps? [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania