Where you at? Flippin jobs, playin car notes?
While I’m swimmin’ in ya women like the breast stroke
Right stroke, left stroke what’s the best stroke
Death stroke tongue all down her throat
Nuthin’ left to do but send her home to you
I’m through can ya sing the song for me, boo?
She’s sick of that song on how it’s so long
Thought he worked his until I handled my biz
There I is major pain like Damon Wayans
Low down dirty even like his brother Keenan
Schemin don’t bring your girl ‘round me
True player for real, ask Puff Daddy