Lyrics: Jack Hallenbeck/Jeffandy St. Hubert/G.D.B Jones
Music: Jack Hallenbeck/Jeffandy St. Hubert/G.D.B Jones
I really wanna be your lover
I can never make up my mind,
l'm thinking 'bout the other girls
I, really wanna be your lover
But l can never make up my mind,
l'm thinking 'bout the other girls
Uh,What else did you expect me to do?
Somethin' special in them jeans,
They best retchin' the truth
She put a, pep in the step of the Pepé Le Pew's
And had the reverend sweatin',
Half the choir leapt from the pew, ooh
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
Uh,if you bring her home to Momma,
Bet she'll never approve
Plus she love to ask about the one
Who you been exclusive with
Cross her, that could be the nail in your crucifix
I hear the tick-tocking now,
Time to lock it down
Your homies sayin "Don't commit,
Nigga shop around"
Birds flock around
We flirt a bit, but soon as
I find time for us to kick it,
Then I'm Charlie Brown
Uh, and what's the cause of it?
If it's a fatal attraction,
What's the laws ofit?
I really need the attention,
Give me all of it
I flick it up for the freaks,
I bet they all love it,yeah
I really wanna be your lover
I can never make up my mind,
l'm thinking 'bout the other girls
I, really wanna be your lover (Uh-uh,yeah)
But I can never make up my mind,
I'm thinking 'bout the other girls
Yeah,l used to say when l get older
l'd have all the hoes
But my Momma raised me right,
So l don't call them, "hoes"
I mean I call them,
but it's just on some platonic shit (My homegirl)
At least until the chronic lit,
Gin and tonic mix (Yeah)
You ain't the man
Unless you got a chick for every occasion
Milkshake from McDonalds,
Thick or skinny and basic
And subtracting an ex, never in thee quation
No better than cavemen, had me trippin'
tryna step with Temptations(Oh-oh,oh-whoa)
But I could have two left feet and no rhythm
If she did give a sec to me, it's no kiddin'
Could tell it in her eyes,
Need umbrellas for her cries
She been tellin' little lies,
the size of Nicole Kidman
And I have too
Do whatever for that whoop, whoop, whoop
They boohooin' while I, "Boo, who you?'
Need somethin' new
Yeah, need somethin' new
(And the church said, "Amen")
I really wanna be your lover
I can never make up my mind,
I'm thinking 'bout the other girls
I, really wanna be your lover
But I can never make up my mind,
I'm thinking 'bout the other girls
I really wanna be your lover
I can never make up my mind,
I'm thinking 'bout the other girls
I, really wanna be your lover
But I can never make up my mind,
I'm thinking about the other girls
Uh,found a fast track for paper,
She made of plastic
Now a hour-glass,
Her shape lookin' elastic
Not a hour pass without the shouts and harassment
Got a lot of followers hollerin' for a pic or
At least a at to acknowledge them
Uh, teach a college course on her collagen
Got endorsements and sponsors
and they promising a bag at her door step for
The promo
It's like her big old Rihanna forehead is a logo
But so goes the saga
If she can make more than her Momma
while walkin' in them clunky Balenciagas
Who am I to judge it?
Uh,these rapper's trickin' till they outta budget
Just to get attention when they out in public
This what it come with, how you love it?
Or how you love anyone in particular
when they coming in hundreds?
We was raised to be the hunters
And providers for our mothers
if our fathers didn't love us
Our sisters who get the brunt of it
Run through bitches just for the fun of it
Uh, yeah, at what point you had enough of it?
Settle down, you know the husband bit Ah!
Yeah, this the culture l was accustomed with
We tried adjustin' but we couldn't get the cuffs to fit
And she be quick to fista cuffs
when we discussing it
Keep it a stack wit ya, brick by brick,
we'll build the trust again
"Oh, Janice", she said
You-you-you have a rich man's family
She says, "You got the boy first and the girl second"
They wanted that boy to carry on the family name
And then what was so amazing,
then my son had a son
And my daughter had a daughter...