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Yo, Funk Doc, my man Musiq, check it out
It's the Doctor Bombay, the yellow hombre, spotted like Kwame
For smackin' a blind date for scratchin' my Hyundai
It's Doc way: don't like it, then move on
The bullshitter, push a Yukon with bull horns
Arguin', what the fuck we doin'?
Starin' eye to eye like, "Who the fuck we screwin'?"
Here, take these nickel bags and dig up your doin'
With nicks I can't ball, so who snuck me you in?
No ice with no blue in, tires with no shoe in
Cribs with no boo in, pockets like I'm Jewish
Tight, I'm Aries, born in April
That mean my attitude is I'm born to hate you
Now let's get it gritty, I'll doggy style
While you watchin' Sex and the City, my palms on your titty
I'll bomb your committee, if y'all middy
I treat your girl like spades and walk off with the kitty
Kid
Tell me why when I saw you the other day
You spoke to me as if I was your best friend or somethin'
But when today I tried to say what's up as you walked on by
You had nothing to say to me then
Now how come when I be seein' you chillin'
All by yourself, you
Always actin' like you know me
And act like you don't when you're around someone else
Oh, tell me what is on your mind
Tell me what you wanna do
Tell me how you feel about me
So I'll know how to deal with you
Because people like you, really without a mind can do
All you fake frontin' motherfuckers
Sometimes I can't even understand why
You'd even bother to pass my way, no
'Cause dealin' with you kinda makes me wonder
Exactly where does my time go
I can't believe the things that you be doin' for me
Knowin' in your heart you don't really mean to, no
What you tryna get over with your shuckin' and jivin'
When the only person gettin' hurt is you, oh
What is on your mind
Tell me what you wanna do
Tell me how you feel about me
So I'll know how to deal with you
Because people like you, really without a mind can do
All you fake frontin' motherfuckers
Shit I known from the door, you ain't shit
I want the bracelet, the necklace, the anklet
That foot spa with the nail and toe paint kit
That half a pound I loaned you, pops, you ain't flip
That itch your boyfriend keeps, thought he ain't sniff
Y'all good together
When y'all tongue kiss, y'all suckin' my wood together
Fallin' in love, I won't do it
'Cause some of these women, they clothes look so good
But they act stupid
Next time that you see me walkin' down the street
Don't even bother to speak, don't even bother, no
'Cause if it ain't genuine, then, uh
Don't waste my time, 'cause, uh
I can't deal if you can't keep it real
What is on your mind
Tell me what you wanna do
Tell me how you feel about me
So I'll know how to deal with you
Because people like you, really without a mind can do
All you fake frontin' motherfuckers
All you fake frontin' motherfuckers
All you fake frontin' motherfuckers
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