| Song | J.D.'s Revenge |
| Artist | Diamond D |
| Album | Hatred, Passion & Infidelity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Allen, Kirkland, Lawrence | |
| (feat. John Dough, Gina Thompson) | |
| "Then why the hell you with me huh? Why the ***** you with me? | |
| Whatchu think I need you, you think I need THIS *****t?!" | |
| [Chorus: Gina Thompson] | |
| You put a little rush on me, but you're not spendin no cheddar.. | |
| You put a little rush on me, but you're not spendin no cheddar.. | |
| [John Dough] | |
| I remember when I used to hang out late with the crew | |
| But after meetin you boo that hangin *****t is through, I'm loyal | |
| Plus, faithful to the end and when you talk about leavin | |
| I'm on bended knee like Boyz II Men | |
| Every now and then I cooks, clean, candlelight | |
| Then if I truly set the scene put on some *****t by Al Green | |
| But lately you've been actin like the *****t I do is weak and unromantic | |
| And I can't understand it | |
| I'm feelin like a duck, *****t out of luck and stuck | |
| What the ***** is this relation*****p goin downhill or goin up? | |
| Once upon a time it was all about you and | |
| Me now it's all about, you me and he | |
| Baby, never will I, love another lady | |
| Cause I loved you more than R. Kelly loved Sadie | |
| Maybe I should leave instead of gettin upset | |
| And on some "Why Me Baby" *****t like Keith Sweat | |
| I bet, you never loved me from the get, and you woulda been split | |
| If I didn't have loot to hit you off with | |
| Feelin like you shot me down with the shottie | |
| I guess it took a fool to learn that love don't love nobody | |
| [Diamond] | |
| Yo Johnny, me and you get the punani | |
| Don't sweat that, cause true players don't respect that | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Diamond] | |
| Now my affinity for masculinity | |
| Led me to steal virginities on rooftops in the vicinity of Trinity | |
| Now I bounce in an Infiniti | |
| The greeny green, gives me a feeling of serenity | |
| But then it be, keepin me on my toes and it shows | |
| In my demeanor, the hoes get meaner when a *****'s broke | |
| In society's yoke | |
| I get in you're damn broke wearin virgin lamb coats | |
| Splurgin grand notes, I had her jigged out in such (yeah) | |
| In my clutch yo son I got touched somethin awful | |
| I thought I had her locked down | |
| But she got down, with some kid three blocks down | |
| You know I took back the fox now (the fox now) | |
| And on her grill all you see are the knots | |
| Now tell me if you ever been, cause son I never been | |
| See in this game I'm a veteran | |
| You know I wet 'em then, in my heart I won't let 'em in | |
| Sittin on my lap I give 'em gaps like David Letterman | |
| Then set 'em and, send 'em on their way | |
| Laid back in the Beamer, sippin Alize | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Gina Thompson ad libs to fade] |
| zuo ci : Allen, Kirkland, Lawrence | |
| feat. John Dough, Gina Thompson | |
| " Then why the hell you with me huh? Why the you with me? | |
| Whatchu think I need you, you think I need THIS t?!" | |
| Chorus: Gina Thompson | |
| You put a little rush on me, but you' re not spendin no cheddar.. | |
| You put a little rush on me, but you' re not spendin no cheddar.. | |
| John Dough | |
| I remember when I used to hang out late with the crew | |
| But after meetin you boo that hangin t is through, I' m loyal | |
| Plus, faithful to the end and when you talk about leavin | |
| I' m on bended knee like Boyz II Men | |
| Every now and then I cooks, clean, candlelight | |
| Then if I truly set the scene put on some t by Al Green | |
| But lately you' ve been actin like the t I do is weak and unromantic | |
| And I can' t understand it | |
| I' m feelin like a duck, t out of luck and stuck | |
| What the is this relation p goin downhill or goin up? | |
| Once upon a time it was all about you and | |
| Me now it' s all about, you me and he | |
| Baby, never will I, love another lady | |
| Cause I loved you more than R. Kelly loved Sadie | |
| Maybe I should leave instead of gettin upset | |
| And on some " Why Me Baby" t like Keith Sweat | |
| I bet, you never loved me from the get, and you woulda been split | |
| If I didn' t have loot to hit you off with | |
| Feelin like you shot me down with the shottie | |
| I guess it took a fool to learn that love don' t love nobody | |
| Diamond | |
| Yo Johnny, me and you get the punani | |
| Don' t sweat that, cause true players don' t respect that | |
| Chorus | |
| Diamond | |
| Now my affinity for masculinity | |
| Led me to steal virginities on rooftops in the vicinity of Trinity | |
| Now I bounce in an Infiniti | |
| The greeny green, gives me a feeling of serenity | |
| But then it be, keepin me on my toes and it shows | |
| In my demeanor, the hoes get meaner when a ' s broke | |
| In society' s yoke | |
| I get in you' re damn broke wearin virgin lamb coats | |
| Splurgin grand notes, I had her jigged out in such yeah | |
| In my clutch yo son I got touched somethin awful | |
| I thought I had her locked down | |
| But she got down, with some kid three blocks down | |
| You know I took back the fox now the fox now | |
| And on her grill all you see are the knots | |
| Now tell me if you ever been, cause son I never been | |
| See in this game I' m a veteran | |
| You know I wet ' em then, in my heart I won' t let ' em in | |
| Sittin on my lap I give ' em gaps like David Letterman | |
| Then set ' em and, send ' em on their way | |
| Laid back in the Beamer, sippin Alize | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Gina Thompson ad libs to fade |
| zuò cí : Allen, Kirkland, Lawrence | |
| feat. John Dough, Gina Thompson | |
| " Then why the hell you with me huh? Why the you with me? | |
| Whatchu think I need you, you think I need THIS t?!" | |
| Chorus: Gina Thompson | |
| You put a little rush on me, but you' re not spendin no cheddar.. | |
| You put a little rush on me, but you' re not spendin no cheddar.. | |
| John Dough | |
| I remember when I used to hang out late with the crew | |
| But after meetin you boo that hangin t is through, I' m loyal | |
| Plus, faithful to the end and when you talk about leavin | |
| I' m on bended knee like Boyz II Men | |
| Every now and then I cooks, clean, candlelight | |
| Then if I truly set the scene put on some t by Al Green | |
| But lately you' ve been actin like the t I do is weak and unromantic | |
| And I can' t understand it | |
| I' m feelin like a duck, t out of luck and stuck | |
| What the is this relation p goin downhill or goin up? | |
| Once upon a time it was all about you and | |
| Me now it' s all about, you me and he | |
| Baby, never will I, love another lady | |
| Cause I loved you more than R. Kelly loved Sadie | |
| Maybe I should leave instead of gettin upset | |
| And on some " Why Me Baby" t like Keith Sweat | |
| I bet, you never loved me from the get, and you woulda been split | |
| If I didn' t have loot to hit you off with | |
| Feelin like you shot me down with the shottie | |
| I guess it took a fool to learn that love don' t love nobody | |
| Diamond | |
| Yo Johnny, me and you get the punani | |
| Don' t sweat that, cause true players don' t respect that | |
| Chorus | |
| Diamond | |
| Now my affinity for masculinity | |
| Led me to steal virginities on rooftops in the vicinity of Trinity | |
| Now I bounce in an Infiniti | |
| The greeny green, gives me a feeling of serenity | |
| But then it be, keepin me on my toes and it shows | |
| In my demeanor, the hoes get meaner when a ' s broke | |
| In society' s yoke | |
| I get in you' re damn broke wearin virgin lamb coats | |
| Splurgin grand notes, I had her jigged out in such yeah | |
| In my clutch yo son I got touched somethin awful | |
| I thought I had her locked down | |
| But she got down, with some kid three blocks down | |
| You know I took back the fox now the fox now | |
| And on her grill all you see are the knots | |
| Now tell me if you ever been, cause son I never been | |
| See in this game I' m a veteran | |
| You know I wet ' em then, in my heart I won' t let ' em in | |
| Sittin on my lap I give ' em gaps like David Letterman | |
| Then set ' em and, send ' em on their way | |
| Laid back in the Beamer, sippin Alize | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Gina Thompson ad libs to fade |