Текст песни: Vk - The Things Your Man Won`t Do



1 - It`s 1999 and it`s scandelous

Only in God do I trust

Stay ready to bust the closest one to you

These are the things you think your man won`t do



Everybody told me to peep game because this

Sorry mutha-fucka done got me into some shit

He got me bent

But I shoulda known since the first time that I saw the both of you

Sittin` in the living room

Lookin` like Jennifer 2 was on the menu

But your destiny baby, and reality was headed for doom

What happened to the animalistic passion and thuggish

Way we used to bone even when we wasn`t on on (like dat)

In every category I listed you a pro

But now I know, but you don`t know that I know you`se a ho

This is a nigga I took trips and hustled wit

My roll dawg, we was on some soulmate shit

The type of shit that make a man want just me

I let you feel my soul when I opened up and let you in me

But you on some other shit, ain`t that right boo?

I`m seconds away from makin` you feel my 4-4 slug, ooohh



Heyyyyy

Come on!

Come on!



(Repeat 1)



Now it might be ironic

But somebody been playin` on the phone

And every day it happened, at night you leave home

Where you been? Who da hell you gotta meet in the middle of the night?

What you mean "what I`m talkin` `bout?" I got hind-sight

My homie called me and told me he got the tightest sticky

So I got a few elbows, so I could flip it

We shot the shit

And then we ?? put some shit on my mind about you that made me trip

You, around me, sneakin`, playin` freaky deeky

And the busta you was with ain`t actin` like they cool wit me

Went to school wit me

Now you can`t look me in my eyes

A little boy tryin` to be a man, hidin` behind lies

You, the masta, ain`t got me ???

????? ride in my trunk, punk

Why do you do the things you do?

That ain`t the half if it, because this busta is a man just like you



Heyyyyy

Come on!

Come on!



(Repeat 1)



I shouldn`t be surprised `cause it be the hardest bustas

The drive-by, shoot `em up, bang bang bustas

Chocolate boss, slidin` in and out the butt bustas

Don`t stutter, I say one word right now

I shoulda listened to my homies that told me about you hauntin`, maybe

This explains the fuckin` shit stains

Not only in the back, but in the front of your Range

OH GOD, you must be testin` me, to see

If I`m gon` be the old me or the new G

Saw you at the resturaunt exchangin` fuck faces

So stay ?your ass and twisted? right over these lyricists

I can start all over just like the book of Genesis

And DON`T touch me, `cause I don`t know where your ass been

It ain`t my fault you let your homeboy run up in it

I can`t imagine you fuckin` wit ?K-Ride Shelly?

Best believe you gon` pay for what you did to me



Heyyyyy

Come on!

Come on!



(Repeat 1 to fade)

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1 - It`s 1999 and it`s scandelous

Only in God do I trust

Stay ready to bust the closest one to you

These are the things you think your man won`t do



Everybody told me to peep game because this

Sorry mutha-fucka done got me into some shit

He got me bent

But I shoulda known since the first time that I saw the both of you

Sittin` in the living room

Lookin` like Jennifer 2 was on the menu

But your destiny baby, and reality was headed for doom

What happened to the animalistic passion and thuggish

Way we used to bone even when we wasn`t on on (like dat)

In every category I listed you a pro

But now I know, but you don`t know that I know you`se a ho

This is a nigga I took trips and hustled wit

My roll dawg, we was on some soulmate shit

The type of shit that make a man want just me

I let you feel my soul when I opened up and let you in me

But you on some other shit, ain`t that right boo?

I`m seconds away from makin` you feel my 4-4 slug, ooohh



Heyyyyy

Come on!

Come on!



(Repeat 1)



Now it might be ironic

But somebody been playin` on the phone

And every day it happened, at night you leave home

Where you been? Who da hell you gotta meet in the middle of the night?

What you mean "what I`m talkin` `bout?" I got hind-sight

My homie called me and told me he got the tightest sticky

So I got a few elbows, so I could flip it

We shot the shit

And then we ?? put some shit on my mind about you that made me trip

You, around me, sneakin`, playin` freaky deeky

And the busta you was with ain`t actin` like they cool wit me

Went to school wit me

Now you can`t look me in my eyes

A little boy tryin` to be a man, hidin` behind lies

You, the masta, ain`t got me ???

????? ride in my trunk, punk

Why do you do the things you do?

That ain`t the half if it, because this busta is a man just like you



Heyyyyy

Come on!

Come on!



(Repeat 1)



I shouldn`t be surprised `cause it be the hardest bustas

The drive-by, shoot `em up, bang bang bustas

Chocolate boss, slidin` in and out the butt bustas

Don`t stutter, I say one word right now

I shoulda listened to my homies that told me about you hauntin`, maybe

This explains the fuckin` shit stains

Not only in the back, but in the front of your Range

OH GOD, you must be testin` me, to see

If I`m gon` be the old me or the new G

Saw you at the resturaunt exchangin` fuck faces

So stay ?your ass and twisted? right over these lyricists

I can start all over just like the book of Genesis

And DON`T touch me, `cause I don`t know where your ass been

It ain`t my fault you let your homeboy run up in it

I can`t imagine you fuckin` wit ?K-Ride Shelly?

Best believe you gon` pay for what you did to me



Heyyyyy

Come on!

Come on!



(Repeat 1 to fade)

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