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Women always talkin bout what men do
we don't never talk about what women do
at least til now...
Every now and then you get mad (uh huh)
Sometimes I make you sad (uh huh)
I make you want to say kiss my pants (uh huh)
I'm tired of listenin at yo naggin
blah blah blah blah blah
She talkin to me like I'm dumb
I should have known; should have left that girl alone
but now i'm stuck with blah blah blah blah blah
she talkin to me like i'm dumb
I should have known; should have left that girl alone
but now i'm stuck with
*Ying Yang*
This is for them fellas who be messin 'round with them women
and you get your heart caught up in the mix
cause you love just to touch what's up her dress
And you never payed attention cause you didn't think that girl
would start trippin shorty flipped the script started sayin all type of stuff
out her lips let me tell you what i can't stand
when the woman play the role of a man
talkin to a fella like she gotta hold his hand treat him like a
like he like to understand i know you know that i ain't gonna go,
but it's jaw jackin all the time talkin to me out of line broad you done
lost yo mind you gonna mess around and get me some time
Every now and then you get mad (uh huh)
Sometimes I make you sad (uh huh)
I make you want to say kiss my pants (uh huh)
I'm tired of listenin at yo naggin
blah blah blah blah blah
She talkin to me like I'm dumb
I should have known; should have left that girl alone
but now i'm stuck with blah blah blah blah blah
She talkin to me like I'm dumb
I should have known; should have left that girl alone
but now i'm stuck with
*Ying Yang*
I need a little more grip with a little less lip before I pack my bags
on your girl and deal at the point of no return and you made it that way
by the stuff that you say in and out everyday and i hope that you're payin
attention cause i gots to mention dissin me in front of your friends tryin
to get a little laugh in joke crack in everyone of you just line in
hide behind your fake little grin with your fake little friends used to them
fake little men really ain't a man but you like how he pretend
I'm akeep singing my end and smokin my herb and my
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