i aint tryin 2 be rude

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What you gay? Nigga Jay straight like indian hair
Y’all don’t want me to spray the semi in here
I mean if you a fan I consider you fam’
But shake a nigga hand, but shit god damn
All that ("Do you remember me dawg?") Nah I’m drawin a blank
You got me feelin like a fish, in a fish tank
Just think, if you came to a club
Tryin to find a little hon for some one-night love
‘Stead you got another nigga all up in your mug
You make me uncomfortable thug, go thatta-way!
And kill the ice grill homes
Cause I keep enough heat to melt THAT away
I came in some sweats, I came to get met
Tryin to find a chick that make it hard for me to "next!"
We exit stage left, hope in the Lexus
Treat me like a baby, mouth on her breast-es
.. may I suggest that it’s
a lot of long-legged chicks in short-ass dresses
.. go find you one
Go get your dance on, go grind on one, damn
.. go find you one
Go get your dance on, go grind on one
Yea yea yea I know you rap and your sister spit too
You been callin the office and you can’t get through
I understand all that, but now ain’t the time
I came to the club to get that off my mind
And all you thugs with your war stories startin to bore me
I ain’t tryin to hear about your guts and glory
I’m tryin to hear B.I.G. and some cuts from Nore
And you keep talkin over the beat like Clue ("Do you remember?")
.. go find somethin to do
You’re a janitor, go find somethin to screw
Disappear like Copperfield, go cop a feel
Play hide and seek witchaself for real, huh
The chick came dressed up just to get messed up
She got her hair done, just to get it sweated up
Shit I’m tryin to help her out
Whyon’tcha help me out and be out?

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i see some ladies that should be walkin w/ noisy!!!

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Everybody’s like, ‘He’s no item. Please don’t like him.
He don’t wife ’em, he one nights ’em!’
Now she don’t like him, she never met him.
Groupies try to take advantage of him, he won’t let ’em.
He don’t need ’em, so he treats ’em like he treats ’em.
Better them than me, she don’t agree with him.
She’s mad at that, he’s not havin that,
so those opposites attract like mag-a-nets.
She sees more than the Benz wagon, the friends taggin along
with a flashy nigga braggin on the song.
She gets a glimpse of Sha and she likes that.
He 2 ways her, so she writes back.
Smiley faces after all of her phrases.
Either she the one or I’m caught in the matrix.
Fuck it, let the Fish-burn
Red or green pill, you live and you learn. C’mon!