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(feat. Brand Nubian) Yeah, where the ladies at, where the ladies at? Check it out, this is for all the ladies out there With the Lump Lump, holding it down Running scams, turning tricks, playing players I'm telling you, you need to snap out of it, know what I'm saying? [Grand Puba] What the deal big mama, body like drama Other than her mind her penny's short of a dime Sherita doing Rita, slick moving senorita Give her two margaritas, she's the big willie beater Head to two fashion, love gear with a passion Never going out looking slum, I say word she is, son Nice lump lump, big chest caught me staring Stretch the D and the Y of a shirt of Donna Karen She's a schemer, cherry red 502a Beemer Been out bar hopping an it ain't no stopping I'm checking out the way that this chicken motivates Spread legs, waist, and eggs up and down the tri-state *Woah here she comes*, dig get done I'm a hit her with a clue and tell her see Frank Perdue Cause I keep my erection out the ??? section Cause the wrong interjection might lead to infection It be trees and cheese then bend the knees SongtexteLong a nigga keep paper then it's yours with ease I know the whole of the half cause I deal with math Quick to run that ass just to ride us class "I've been doing my own thing" [x2] [Lord Jamar] Yeah I've seen you at the African street fest Dressed in three fourth to your ankles Tight wrapped skirt, what can that hurt? You was buying books giving flirtatious looks At the brothers that was eyeing your equipment Light skinned pigment, pierced the belly button And you couldn't tell her nothing Said she loved a man with dreads And wasn't impressed with the name brand threads Are you seeing through our gameplan? Sex every night, but never with the same man A freak for the knowledge, your first week in college You was sneaking brothers in the dorm And lost your mind when you got your pad off campus All the time keeping up the facade, you like to fuck with the gods Now you stuck between a rock and a hard place Faced with the facts that your acts are a detriment, to what you represent Can't be a chicken and act like the science you kicking Mad niggas be sticking, licking fingers after ever meal Now she want singers with a deal I'm only bringing you the real, no matter what I say You gonna do what you feel "I've been doing my own thing" [x2] [Sadat X] Yeah, yeah, yeah I had seen this chick at the bar, ??? he was thirst The physical was there but mentally she was the worst Walked around with her ass out and her glass out Of her hand, she sees nothing, my man Ask her world topics, has she been to the tropics With this cat she hardly know, Scott LaRock "Super Hoe" Most likely to have a baby from a cat alone lover Is that your wifey man? No that's my baby mother You arrive at the pop of a cork, like a hawk Stay around, chitter chatter, and make small talk Get figety and then you walk And you wonder why I drag your name through New York With the velcro cup that's stuck to your fingers Searching out the drug dealers and the fly looking singers Getting passed like a blunt, but in the club you front You insist that you ain't been twist by ?hevenies? Niggas are you crazy, I got the figures and the numbers Don't lie, save your bullshit, don't try to be fly Live as you live and have a good life But a chick like that can't make a good wife These words I say might cut like a knife But I'm only trying to save you stress and strife "I've been doing my own thing" [x4] Aus Songtexte Mania