http://vkontakte.ru/titoff_music_smy6 (featuring The Outlawz, Jazze Pha & Big Syke)
[2Pac] I don't know why I be fuckin witchu [Verse One: 2Pac] Was it the liquor, that makes me act blind, times that I'm with her Anonymous pictures of other niggaz tryin to kiss her Will I love her or shall I diss her? I'm sick of this scandalous shit I deal wit Tryin to paint a perfect picture My memories of jealousy no longer carefree Cause so much bullshit your girlfriends keep tellin me I'm on tour, but now my bedroom's an open door So it got me thinkin, what am I tryin for? When I was young I was so very dumb, eager to please a lil', trick on a mission tryin to get (((him a P!!))) (as in one pound) Me and my niggaz is thug niggaz, former known drug dealers We don't love bitches and believe, they don't love niggaz I gotta blame my attraction But you became a distraction, a threat to my paper stackin I thought you changed but now I know Can't turn a hoe into a housewife, baby, and there you go [Chorus: Jazze Pha] Baby there you go, actin like a hoe There you there you go, actin like a hoe Baby there you go, actin like a hoe Actin like a hoe, actin like a hoe HOE! See the word on the streets you're a HOE! Just a groupie on a world tour HOE! Now I found out for myself you're a HOE! Girl you need to check yourself [Verse Two: E.D.I.] These silly bitches got this game twisted So I don't claim 'em, just bang 'em Papa raised a player, so player, I play 'em I got hoes that got more, hoes than me So how I look, gettin hooked, like I ain't got G? Truly cutie booty big, but that ain't enough And the head make me beg, still that just ain't enough when I don't trust her, the bitch be lyin too much When she be dyin to fuck me you be buyin her stuff, hoe [Verse Three: Young Noble] See girlfriend I know, your whole M.O.'s preoccupied with mostly gettin clown after clown, town coast to coast - see I been tryin to stay away from sluts like you Got me turned off completely by that sheisty shit that you do Knew from jump yo' aim, straight through them spandex, don't front Just name, spots on yo' body for me to touch while you clutch this game I keep flowin like H20 it ain't nuthin for me to say Why you keep actin like a hoe? But there you go [Chorus] [Verse Four: Kastro] Uhh, when I first met her I told her I was busy all the time Now she, callin me flippin like she miss me all the time How she, don't even trip she got a man at home You need to stop chasin dick bitch and raise your son I'm like - damn, we can creep sometime And you know I'm on the road for like weeks at a time Girl you're thirsty; and stop callin while I'm workin you hurtin me All this bullshit is irkin me girl, but there you go [Verse Five: Big Syke - last few words of each line repeat] I blame it on yo' momma, she need to holla at you But should I blame it on yo' daddy for all the things that you do Cause there you go, just like a hoe, caught in the streets Like givin yo' number out to every nigga you meet I'm tired of the games you playin, so stop playin (hoe) You hear what I'm sayin, you only good for parlayin I'm layin down the rules, this a game that you lose So the streets can have you baby cause I stay on the move (There you goooo) [Chorus] w/ ad libs [Outro: 2Pac] There you go baby girl, THAT'S the story There you MOTHERFUCKIN go I coulda SWORE you told me you was gon' change And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and You was gon' stay home and try to chill What happened baby? Ohh, so yo' FRIEND wanted to go out That wasn't you that went out You was just goin out cause yo' friend was Okay,