| My nigga, C, he from Texas, I'm from Tennesee | |
| We do our thang, with them thangs, makin' currency | |
| He got the hook up with Columbians and Mexicans | |
| He wraps 'em up and ships 'em out, and I supply the ends | |
| Excellent profit got us livin' elegant | |
| Laundrymat style washes away the evidence | |
| Get on the plane every weekend and visit | |
| I would visit his town, and he would visit Memphis | |
| Takin' the nigga clubbin', Embassy suites, and freaks | |
| Up all night, sippin' Tussin, smokin' Sweets | |
| One weekend, I'm in his town, his crib | |
| You really must trust a nigga to show him where you live | |
| Fly scenery, space aged things, and big screen | |
| In the den, shootin' pool puffin' on some good green | |
| In walked the woman that was C's fiancee | |
| He said daddy loved her, and would marry her one day | |
| Her name was Angela, damn she was fine | |
| I admit I had evil thoughts rush in my mind | |
| Moscino fittin' tight, she was dressed to kill | |
| She winked but I didn't think the hoe was for real | |
| [Chorus] | |
| What am I, supposed to do? | |
| When I'm takin' a chance, fuckin' with you | |
| My homeboy's girlfriend | |
| Now if someone, found out about us | |
| Then someone's, gonna get fucked up | |
| My homeboy's grilfriend | |
| The smell of breakfast, woke me up from my dreams | |
| Bacon sizzlin', searchin' for the kitchen like a fiend | |
| What I, seen, straight took me by surprise | |
| Angela half naked not tryin' to hide | |
| She saw me lookin', but kept cookin' | |
| What's up with that? | |
| Invitin' me to sit down, and said she'd be right back | |
| I poured a glass of O.J. and pulled up a seat | |
| Angela came right back, and sat next to me | |
| Kissed me on my cheek and said | |
| (Oh you cute, I don't know what it is, but it's just something about you) | |
| With her hand on my leg, she kissed me on my neck | |
| I said baby chill, this is too much disrespect | |
| If C walked in, he be a mad mothafucker | |
| And ain't no pussy gon' come between brothers | |
| Lovers, we can't be, cause that's bad business | |
| (Ball, you could have all of this, and there won't be no witnesses) | |
| All in my lap, on my early mornin' hard dick | |
| Grindin' on it, pullin' it, before I knew it, suckin' it | |
| Ended up fuckin' it | |
| I guess I'm a weak man | |
| It's hard to understand my homeboy's girlfriend | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Me and C jumped in the Benz and hit the town for a while | |
| I can't believe what just happned, man this shit too wild | |
| If C finds out, he might trip and try to kill me | |
| And I ain't the type of nigga that's gonna feel guilty | |
| Later on, we was at the pad, kickin' back | |
| C had to make a run, to go and serve a pack | |
| Before he made it out the driveway good | |
| Angela was all on me, tryin' to suck on my wood | |
| On the pool table, on the floor, man what a whore | |
| I was lookin' out for C, she was beggin' me for more | |
| An hour later, C walked through the door | |
| Unaware, that I was just in his ladies underwear | |
| I flew home the next day still reminiscing | |
| Not believin' I just dicked on my homies Mrs. | |
| This is a fuckin' trip man | |
| I will never understand, my homeboy's girlfriend | |
| [Chorus] |
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