Chorus (Nature and Woman)
W: I don`t give a fuck about your Girlfriends
N: I don`t give a fuck about your Man boo
W: I don`t give a fuck about your friends
N: and your friends ain`t shit, and sometimes I can`t understand you
N: I don`t even know why you page me
W: I don`t even know if I can trust you
N: Yo, is you jumpin` it off?
W: is you jumpin` it off?
N: If not then keepin` movin` bitch, fuck you
Verse 1:
I got a whole `lotta problems that I gotta resolve
like 4 in the mornin` I get anonymous calls
they let it ring once, they let it ring twice
damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain`t right
cussin` like a sailor, fuckin` in trailors
photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much realer
shouldn`t have did it boo, you shouldn`t have did it boo
now you forgettin` exactly how many niggas you did it too
cut you off, shit`s critical, gimme my space
I admit, I was the one that made the silly mistakes
the Fifty state roamer
had to throw the fake on her
heavyweight, ringside seats in Nate`s corner
wait for her, it might take days
but back home`s where the fight takes place
punches and scratches
headlocks and hatchets
screamin` at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin`
comin` at ya, whats up with that shit?
Chorus
Verse 2:
Hugs turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse
engagement, marriage, then divorce
devellish acts, sinnin` thoughts
secrets bein` spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk
I try to keep her close by, don`t mind lettin` go
let her know who the fuck she wit`
like any Man unless he`s whipped
a messy script leads to domestic disputes
all your friends gettin` caught in our beef `cause they thought it was
cute
dressin` in suits, I used to get you from work
checked your feelings, even flipped on you first
stripped down your purse
one night I found your phonebook
hidin` spots, look in all the places you thought I won`t look
never said shit, but dead shit immediate
ripped out the numbers that I needed to rip
heated quick, did what I had to do
sat her down, she flipped it around, looked in my eyes and quickly
caught this attitude.
Chorus
Verse 3:
Some nights you might talk in your sleep, pig Latin
drunk, the next mornin` actin` like I didn`t happen
should I cheat? give me reasonable doubt
is the next Man trickin` on you? huh? is he eatin` you out?
you`re poppin` up with mysterious gifts
when I ask you just laugh, brushin` off the seriousness
there`s nothin` worse than a curious bitch
with some nosey friends
Six deep in a old BM
pushin` it to the limit
ripped up seats with cushion in it
change on the rug
she give brains to all the thugs
while she drives, somethin` called dangerous love
got a airbag on both sides, no lie
doin` shit the average hoes don`t try
wanna know why I`ll never leave you?
you`re intelligent, young, and evil
the definition of a real bitch, some`ll G you
come and see you like Next!
right after their ex.
Chorus `till fade
