Testo:
I feel it(I feel it)This a public service announcement
once apon time in this place called club
met this cutie with big bootie so i gave that girl a dub
later on that night we had plans and shit
if u take me from the club then im gonna let u hit
if i take u from the club will u always be in love and u promise to love no
other man (I do)
she she looked me in my face put her hands up on my waste and said yes baby
this i understand
now my life is like happy bout to be a pappy and its all because of my girl
but just then this nigga walk in and what he said fucked up my whole world
he said my bitch and ur bitch been freakin each other
i had relations with ur bitch and i didnt use a rubber
my blood rushed down and my heart touched the ground
felt like somebody stabbed me with a knife
now i look at what i done somebody get my gun
cant change a hoe to a housewife (ya see)
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes
Will make you (kill) them, if it wasn't for the children
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes
Will make you (kill) them, better leave the building
*Ad-libs until the songs end*
once apon time in this place called club
met this cutie with big bootie so i gave that girl a dub
later on that night we had plans and shit
if u take me from the club then im gonna let u hit
if i take u from the club will u always be in love and u promise to love no
other man (I do)
she she looked me in my face put her hands up on my waste and said yes baby
this i understand
now my life is like happy bout to be a pappy and its all because of my girl
but just then this nigga walk in and what he said fucked up my whole world
he said my bitch and ur bitch been freakin each other
i had relations with ur bitch and i didnt use a rubber
my blood rushed down and my heart touched the ground
felt like somebody stabbed me with a knife
now i look at what i done somebody get my gun
cant change a hoe to a housewife (ya see)
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes
Will make you (kill) them, if it wasn't for the children
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes
Will make you (kill) them, better leave the building
*Ad-libs until the songs end*
