alone he's at my house you had your time pretend now its mine tell em girl just get off the phone he's at my house hey he's at my house {Verse 2}
drinkin, his breath still stinkin He'd love to tell ya what he's thinkin But I can't diss him he's my elder He been livin here longer what that tell
I'm glad he ain't call my bluff cause I ain't really had my gat It wouldn't of been nothing for him to peel back My wig, he saw this piggy go wee-wee
s worse Drive my Hearst down 85 to momma's house in LaGrange Drop me off on the porch then send my off in a plane Forget my name 'till God arrives to
about to bounce and then I saw miss lady (and I said to myself) [Chorus:] There goes my baby There goes my destiny only is one for me I call my baby There goes my lady
me he got platinum in his mouth That nigga soft, he ain't never move no crack in the South Was in packagin' soft, and he said he stack more stacks then
be calming that they real would survive And I really would have sworn what he say was a lie That's until I saw it happen right in from of my eyes The
I called him for days, he didn't answer the phone I drove by his house, I knew he was home A week's worth of papers and mail in the box I thought he
cheatin? woman?s gunna be the death of me (Chorus) Meet me at the Waffle house, it?s going down Just found out my old lady?s been messin? around Meet me at the Waffle house
did I wear this (screaming) he'sa got a knife is that blood Oh my God I've never been this that's blood he's dying, gone [Alias] Uh uh oh my god twisting
a whoridah Said he met the judge's daughter and went up inside her [Shock-G] House, there's a Mouse who Runs Around the Clock snitching Who he hitting, I think he
into bed He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred He wears the same hat and sweater every single day And even if it's hot outside he wears it anyway He's
He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred! He wears the same hat and sweater every single day And even if it's hot, outside he wears it anyway! He's
wish it was mine. Oh, here it is, But where are my keys? There they are in the ignition. I'm at her house. It's a Tepee. No, it's a cabin No a skyscrapper
be at her house by the lake She always loved to go there She's got a dog with no hair How's about another cupcake How's about a pie How's about a chocolate
twelve Shot my house up on graduation day and damn near killed my first born and my sister You gotta make more to play more that's what they told me
Yealwolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push Felon's, crooks, going door to door like he's selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mush Now my bitch dancer
some folks say he looked like (he was like, he was like) ZUBIN MEHTA (Zubin Mehta); still others say (others say he), bullshit, honey (bullshit, man) he's