you know you make me cry. how can you love me?
i can't understand why. that's what they yellin when they grab me
once they realize they can't have me
when i leave 'em try to let 'em down easy like
i snatch your heart so easy like valentine
can't get caught up in that loop again
boo you buggin ain't no time to be lovin
man the grip on my pistol only thing i be huggin
it's mack daddy not your daddy mack
bitch you got it criss-crossed
look how you act when i had your back
picture me havin that back to back
i pimp proper like shrimp-lobster
check out my pimp-posture
i can't help what's runnin down your face
i moved your ass into that furnished place
like you earned that space
all the twirlies in the caddy used to take it back gladly
we was tighter than tommy buns and keesha
shit i thought you was the one - you was my bitch
the one that never snitched
taught you how to bust a fifth
i taught you how to push a whip
taught you how to suck a dick
taught you how to fluff a brick
but you got more drama than a b-mama
got me goin through the motions like c. thomas
the bitch is mad cause my jams kick like eastbay
mad cause they mans got they kicks on replay
how you drop from celebrity status
pushin bent to niggaz in celebrity wagons
told me at the end don't trust her
see that's when all the bullshit started
that's what three me in reverse
in my mind i swore that we would work
but i guess that i was wrong
you fucked the nigga i was blazin with
it wasn't him it was the paper shit
nowadays its all about the latest shit
that or they favorite.car
unless your label all that
got them bitches willin to do
takin it off or willin to screw
guess it's a celebrity thing
i was blessed with the game