(featuring Fredro Starr)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I don`t know what I wanna do with you
I don`t know what I wanna do without you
I don`t know what I`m gonna do about you, you, you, you
Let`s go, Starsky and Hutch man
Fire and Stick
Light ya blunts up, light ya blunts up
Yo, yo
[Fredro Starr]
I`m `bout to hit the club
I don`t know, on which truck I`m drivin tonight
It`s like, I don`t know, on which ho I`m fuckin tonight
But yo, I don`t know, where should I take her
To the edge water cliffs or back to Southside Jamaica
Bitches be like, I don`t know, where they get they clothes from
Industry like, I don`t know, where they get they flows from
Niggaz be like, I don`t know, where they get they dough from
Posin up in the clubs with guns or wrist frozen
I don`t know, nothin when the cops come, I act dumb
I don`t know, what weed officer? What gats, huh?
I don`t know, shit I told the judge, this is love my nigga, this is negative love
Sticky my cous` said
[Sticky Fingaz]
I don`t know, how the hell I got home last night
I don`t know, how I blew twenty g`s in one night
I don`t know, but all I remember`s two hos from Virginia out cold like December
Neighbors be like, I don`t know, how could they afford that crib they in
I don`t know, what these boys do for a livin, shoot
I don`t know, but it must be drugs cause they have wild parties and they dress like thugs
Ask myself but, I don`t know, why I flooded the watch, flooded the chain
I don`t know, why I copped the Benz at a hundred and change
I don`t know, why I`m stuck in my ways
And took back the new Hummer when I seen the new Range
They all say
[Chorus]
[Sticky Fingaz]
Yo, where the money at? I don`t know
What? You better tell me where the safe at, I don`t know
Don`t say that one more time, I ain`t playin that, I don`t know
Ugh, that`s the last straw, cocked back the four, put his brains on the wall
I`m in the club and, I don`t know, if these little groupies is givin it up
I don`t know, should I try to spit game to her friend or just her?
I don`t know, what the hell I told her
Though I took her home by the morn`, ended up with both of them
[Fredro Starr]
A`yo it musta been God yo cause, I don`t know
How we made it out of them projects
I don`t know, should I cop the Benz Coupe or the drop Lex
I don`t know, should I do it out of spite, twenty niggaz on the bikes, doin
wheelies to the lights
Hos was like, I don`t know, I guess they from New York the way that they talk
I don`t know, I guess she from L.A. the way that she walk
I don`t know, on where you wanna chill
Put your ass on the back and we could slide through the hill
Baby it`s real, I don`t know, on what you fools thinkin you musta forgot
I don`t know, why your bitches call me fire, cause a nigga hot
I don`t know, I gutted to Medina, look butter in the Beema, chicks love me in the fever
Kids is like yo
[Chorus]
