my n-gg- c
he’s from texas, i’m from tennessee
we do our thang wit them thangs
he got the hook up with columbians and mexicans,
he wraps ’em up and ships ’em out
and i supply the ends.
excellent, profits got us livin elegant
laundry mat style washes away the evidence.
get on a plane every weekend and visit
i would visit his town, and he would visit memphis.
take the n-gg- clubbin’ emb-ssy suites and freaks,
up all night sippin’ ‘tuss and smokin’ ‘sweets.
one weekend i’m in his town, his crib,
you really must trust a n-gg- to show him where you live.
fly scenery sp-ce age things and big screens,
in the den shootin pool, puffin on some good green.
in walked a woman, it was c’s fiancée,
he said that he loved her and would marry her one day.
her name was angela, d-mn she was fine
i admit i had evil thoughts rushin’ my mind.
moschino fittin tight she was dressed to kill,
she winked, but i didn’t think the hoe was for real.
what am i supposed to do,
when i’m takin’ a chance f-cking wit you.
(my homeboy’s girlfriend)
if someone found out about us,
then someone is gonna get f-cked up.
(my homeboy’s girlfriend)
the smell of breakfast, woke me up from my dream,
bacon sizzlin, searching for the kitchen like a fiend.
what i seen, straight took me by suprize,
angela half naked not trying to hide.
she saw me lookin, but kept cookin what’s up wit that?
she invited me to sit down and said that she’ll be right back.
i poured a gl-ss of o.j. and pulled up a seat,
angela came right back and sat next to me.
kissed me on my cheek and said “ball you cute
i don’t know what it is, but it’s just something about you.”
with her hand on my leg she kissed me on my neck,
i said baby chill, this is too much disrespect.
if c walked in he’d be a mad mothaf-cka,
and ain’t no p-ssy gonna come between brothas.
lovas we can’t be ’cause that’s bad business,
“ball you can have all of this and there will never be a witness.”
all in my lap on my early morning hard d-ck,
grindin on it, pullin it, before i knew it suckin it.
ended up f-ckin it, i guess i’m a weak man,
it’s hard to understand my homeboys girlfriend.
me and c jumped in the benz, and hit the town for awhile,
i can’t believe what just happened, man this sh-t too wild.
if c finds out he might trip and try to kill me,
and i ain’t the type of n-gg- that’s gonna feel guilty.
later on, we were at the pad kickin back,
c had to make a run to go and serve a pack.
before he made it out the driveway good,
angela was all on me tryin to suck on my wood.
on the pooltable, on the floor, man what a wh-r-,
i was looking out for c, she was beggin me for more.
an hour later, c walked through the door, unaware,
that i was just in his lady’s underwear.
i flew home the next day still reminiscin,
not believin that i just d-cked down my homies misses.
this is a f-ckin trip man,
i would never understand my homeboys girlfriend.
(music fades out)
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