me so bad
and I want to know why
Why didn't you do me this way, baby,
I want to know why
Bitch, I see you standing
in the window, feening
One o 'clock at night,
a nigga high and baby fiending
You made it a motherfuckin' daily routine
to blow me up
But I ain't caught unless
I wanna get my dick out
Oh yeah, I got the present,
thanks for the kicks, child
Get a quarter cup to go with that
and I might stay for a while
Nigga, bro, got you beatin'
for the flavor of dick
Got you cravin',
even got you tastin'
This shit was simple
when I fucked you on the first date
Damn, you must've knew
I'd go up in you
Cause you had on that
lace that night, hooker
I ain't forgot the thick brown ass
But I'll just hit it when I want
Yeah, I like the way you fuck
Damn, why you never call?
Cause I be stuck in traffic
While handling business
While you give me static family
You know you ain't the only one
So while you're trippin'
Hope you meet the folk that do snide dick
And fuck up my homie from the fuck
You treat bad
And I wanna know why
Why did you do me this way, baby?
I wanna know why.
Why did you treat me so bad?
I wan na know why.
Why did you treat me,
treat me, treat me this way?
Well I'm so high off this chronic shit
I bump my head on a helicopter
And I'm not knowin'
what to tell my doctor
A couple of hits of how you bein'
a twenty -fourth street dick
The night stalker from the vote
Lose a hoe, bruise a hoe, do your hoe
Cause if you do, I'll put you up
We'll make some G's
up out of a mo -mo -ho
All the free dope you wanna smoke
And if I come up short, I'll let you meet
My mini Mac 1 -0
Cause in the gardens where
the chronic grow
We stay high, way high,
bitch what you think
I keep my squilla up in the bank
so ain't no gank
So fuck me or feed me
Or you don't need me, find your BG
I'm kickin' it with my YGs
And we just gettin' high off
this chronic shit
Bumpin' heads on a helicopter
And we not knowin' what
to tell our doctor
A couple of hits of how
you feelin' 24th Street
I'ma dick and break the
motherfuckers body
so bad? Why did
Why did you take so bad?
Now tell me how many joints
can you smoke to this nigga
And how many bitches will suck my dick
Take a hit, take a hit,
then you pass the
Shit, get to coughing eyes water
while you're fucking with the chronic
Cause we dip front and back
in my loco's ride
Pumping season of the sick,
switching side to side
Now let me slide to some gangster shit
Bout a bitch that we was
switching for the fuck of it
And never had to claim that trick
Blazing weed,
getting paid from the sucker
And when a nigga leave,
pass the homie on his way to fuck her
Yeah, you had the bitch down for the cause
In fact, had the motherfucker
straight up mad
And that's right, bitch,
you know me,
runnin' that shit so much like pimp
Yo' nigga got mad and went
to the pad for the mag,
but didn't know I packed a .44,
ho, remember that time
you touched me on my dick and said, oh
Yo' shit's a rock, but you didn't know,
you touched the barrel of a .44
And I'm moanin', ho,
you was at my door
when I'm knowin' these raggedy hoes
So, bitch, you know I know you
was at my loc's house
Fuck the bullshit, ho, cause we know,
we got your fiend at 24 and
29th Street, dear
I wanna know why,
why do you do it in the way?