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[Canibus] You ever came home, everything you owned was gone? // TV, VCR, ‘fridge and phone? // And pour your Armani Burberry cologne? // The nice china set from your mother-in-law? // You say to yourself, ‘How can I get robbed? // The guard dog would’ve bit somebody for sure.” // Could it be somebody that you probably know? // Got the ADT code and the keys to the door? // No? You better think again gullible ho // Somebody you know was on the rock patrol // [Canibus] I seen him pull up in a Pinto // I couldn’t believe he looked through your window // Ain’t ya’ll engaged? Well that day he was with the neighborhood bimbo // I thought to myself, “Oh // Why would he need a credit card to get in for?” // You keep a set of keys under the mat // He ain’t thinking of that, he stealing for crack // On the street he could get a hundred for that // I hope you really don’t think he bringing it back // I’m telling you girl he stole it // He was standing around the last time I saw it // I remember when you bought it // That son-of-a-bitch got balls if he can pawn it // I remember when I seen him this morning // He pulled me to the side, asked me if I want it // I had to look real close for a moment // I was shocked when I seen it was your shit // He put it away because he heard somebody was comin’ and just took off runnin’ // I told you woman he love that rock // [Canibus] I remember when I met him two years ago // By the Texaco, was looking tacky though // He impressed me though because he was gentle though // He didn’t have no doe but he was sexy though // At first I played hard-to-get though // But it got so good I had to let it go // It was wonderful he put it on me slow // He even asked me to marry him in Mexico // I can’t explain how he made me feel // I was head over heals in love for real // I took him home so he could meet my dad // Took care of his ass, gave him all my cash // For a year and a half I treated him good // He said he needed space, I understood // He’d be out all night, wouldn’t sleep for days // Then he’d show up crazed in the need of a shave // Smelling like rotten eggs, I’d tell him to bathe // Clean him up, take him to church and get him saved // In Jesus’ name I can make him change // If I had lost my way he would have done the same // Because he love me // [Canibus] I’m telling you he ain’t gonna stop // Baby he just love that rock // He’ll run up in your crib like knock // He’ll take everything that you’ve got // Your gold watch // Your jewelry box // Then go straight to the pawnshop // He’s riding that white horse // And he don’t want to get off // I’ve got a ‘800’ number you can call // ‘Cause that love ya’ll had is lost // He don’t love you bitch, he love that rock // |
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