Luniz - Girl Lyrics
[yukmouth]WelcomeLittle boys and girls, listenA man can get caught up in things (right)Its like a gridlock (right)He gots ta have it (ugh ugh), his girl got his mind (ugh ugh)Took over his whole body, he needs her (speak on it)He cant live without her (ugh!), dig thisHer name was lady heroin, I think he met her at a chevronLate night stressin he caught his wife sexin with his cousin stefanHe told his wife to get to step onBefore I start lettin loose on your skanless ass with the weap-onThen since hes learnt, involved in a three year marriageArguin, fightin with his wife at night, arrested by sheriffEmbarrassed, handcuffed, go to jail in your drawersAnd all of this because his wife tried to put the knife to his ballsAnd oh naw, ***** the seat uhh, she tried to straight lorraine lee bobbit meI woke up out of a dream, she was on top of meScreamin thats how it gotta be, holdin a daggerI grabbed my gat, point it at her, she dropped the dagger, I slapped herMonths after he got out of jail, seriously hooked on girlLips chapped, face pale, body skinny and frailTales of a married man whose life was stressed too muchHad to resort to snortin drugs and such just to keep in touchWith himself, his wife suin for half of the wealth (uhh)And all that shootin in his veins was gettin bad for his healthHis cards was dealt, methamphetamines on the shelfSmokin the creamery, the greatest thing the man ever feltNow hes high, pull over on the bridge ? ? ?Ready to die, he took his last swig of reynellA livin hell, he climbed on the rail then he yelledGod all my life I failed as he slipped and fell, oh girl[chorus]Whyd you have to do me that way?I love you til this dayEven stinks to think youre the one we used to stayGirl, whyd you have to leave for so long?Ill never give you upNever seemed to act touchable, that was the start[crooked i]She was a gangsta ass *****, the greatest of all timeShe took my heart and my mind, turned me to a life of crimeNow im, under pressure to impress herI wake up, put on my bullet proof vestinGrab my smith & wessin off the dresserThen i, hop up in a chopped up rag treWhen i, cross your path youre havin a bad dayCos i, make the automatic mag sprayGimme the cash, she taught me to get mine the fast wayI creep on ballers while they blaze jointsIm snatchin caine boulders and jackin range rovers at gauge pointUnder hypnosis, robbin the closest niggaThe diagnosis - psychosis, the cirrhosis is from doses of liquorThat Im sippin by the picture, tryin to ditch yaBut when ever she get dug, the *****ll be witcha for richerOr poorer, through sickness and healthEyewitness, if I shake this mistress I can handle business myselfBut I love her so much Im stuck in her clutchesI talk about her, cant walk without her, shes my crutchesShe showed a young nigga how to check gripConnectin me with the correct licks to collect chipsAnd if I leave her, no question Im destined to hurtAnd shes the reason half of the homies are restin in dirtIts crooked I next, Ill probably get dropped by some metal (some metal)Just for comin around my girl (who? ), the ghetto (my girl)[chorus][knumskull]Im curbside, and my girl sellin graciouslyNever no worries, and if task kick, we skeet and scurryIm posted up makin my squillionMy mind set - I dont stop til I get a millionBut Im seein baby mommas and grandpas gettin doubleLegit, that aint my problem cos I bubbleI always wonder why friends came back for mo and moThe high was fantastic, smelt like plastic but its dopeScope the area before I made moves, losin gainsWas the up-and-downs in this so-called game but heyTake the punches and blows, put aside, the crack babiesDope fiend mommas and nasty hoes, peepIm walkin around the spot with a bundle in my mouthYay leakin through the plastic in drastic amountsIm feelin wide eyed, probably lookin like a tweakerSpit the bundle in my palm, and tried to keep calmMy dove shrunk down, to tens, Im high off crackAnd damn, it didnt really feel badStarted thinkin, this use to be a rich man highI gotta high drug tolerance so Ill give it a tryWent home and did my thang, snatched a two hundred bundle for keepsThe shit was so good I was pookie for two weeksLuckily, I bounced back, but I stopped sellin creamNow this is like one big dream, oh girlChorus to fade
