Out for the Count — текст песни (Stevie J f Eve)

[Stevie J]
Uh, uh, uh
Yo Eve

[Eve]
Hey nigga check this here
I`m about to give it to you real clear
E-V-E ain`t about the bullshit
Game playin, wanna be a third nigga do it elsewhere
Oh so what you tryna make me bitter
Shit better act right
I`ll pull another nigga
I don`t want no little boy
I ain`t no babysitter
You want a chicken?
Go ahead make her lay your eggs nigga
Cause I ain`t with that
I`ll leave you lonely, crying
Huh baby you dig that?
And I leave can`t get none of your gifts back
Take your car
Have you calling cabbies just to get home
And when you all alone
Don`t wanna hear you ring my phone
That`s right, baby act right
Got no time for the bullshit
Cause I`mma have my niggas running at your door to bust
Don`t try to duck, you and that bitch with a full clip
Come on

[Stevie J]
One night back in July
She was standing outside the club
So fly she caught my eye
But you know that was not enough
I tried to get closer to shorty
But wifey had peeped my game
She looked at her funny
They had words
And I was the one to blame

1 - It started out one day
Coming on a rainy day
The sooner I do it, she never even stood a chance
More will come, but there`s only one champion
She was out for the count again

It took about one hour later
I started to make my move
Out on the dancefloor
When wifey returned she was through from powder room
She saw me, freaking the same way I do
When I dance with her
And maybe if I would have played the right cards
She wouldn`t be hurt

Repeat 1

I`m sorry for doing you wrong
I know that I have been a fool for too long
But if you choose to go away
Girl I feel that you should know
I really wanna change
I changed, girl I have changed

[Eve]
Hey what I look like, a child?
This ain`t no fuckin` smile
It`s a frown, Ruff Ryde show you how I get down
Won`t take long, it`ll be a quick pound
Got a bob and weave, and a hitting sound
Embarrasing have you running around crying
(Get her off me, somebody help me now)
Huh, too late ma, you gotta get your shit split
Now that`s for acting dumb like you ain`t know who you was wit`
You see this R around my neck
I don`t allow disrespect
Bitch you must`ve really thought I slept with the wrong one
See me drinkin` think I`m touched
Next time you see this thug
You gonna be walking on a crutch
And for you sorry nigga
You and that bitch can be together
Forever sleeping in the same ditch
That`s it, I`mma leave, you ain`t doing me right
Play fair, or I`mma play dirty out your life, huh

Repeat 1 till end



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