This Is Us
(专辑: G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) - 2000)
[LL Cool J:] I'ma give all y'all something, word up Word up, all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one Uh-huh... they gon' be like "Yo you, you need to listen to that joint L
made" Heh-heh... word up That's the
joint you gotta listen to, y'knahmean? Check this out y'all I
got the
key that fits the
lock of a
real dog's mind B
The
answer to the
question chicks ask most the
time see Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat? Slap me one day then Sunday he's so sweet? To me and mine, this nigga's hard to define 'Cause he beefing when he broke but he arrogant when he shine It fucks you up, you wonder if you wasting time Mention marriage, he lit a
Dutch and peeped out the
blinds What different niggas feels in they hearts is scary I
used to say shit like "C'mon baby, you should be honored to share me" She used to throw the
cakes up, plus the
burger was hairy I
used to have to think of shit to keep 'em coming, you niggas feel me? Baby or no baby, I
wasn't loyal or nothing Just me and my niggas on tour, fronting and hitting something Red lipstick prints all over my drawers Oh you wanna be an actress huh? Well my movie's hardcore Like Dungeons & Dragons; getting brains in a
Benz wagon Step out, jeans sagging, crew laughing Getting blazed by the
fiend for ten bones a
piece Nothing but the
dog in me needing to be released This is us [Carl Thomas:] You know that I
do, the
best that I
can But you don't seem to love me no more, no more I
try to please you, and be your man But you don't seem to love me no more, no more [LL Cool J:] The
flip side of the
coin, what team you wanna join? You in The
Tunnel every Sunday exposing your tenderloins In every rap cat's face, with some ol' flirty shit to say Need to go home, wash your kids up, and put your tits away Me and my clique in motion, champagne and Alize Got your mind bubbling crazy, wanna flip Cool J
Spend your last on your hairdo, but you ain't save a
dime To put your child through college baby, now have you? Go get a
job interview, your bad-ass kids a
curfew And skip that "Bills Bills" shit broads is going through I
know this prostitute who said that life ain't cute Child born with a
destiny only God can dispute Players giggle and laugh, flashing gats and cash My dogs don't care about you Boo, they like your ass Told me if I
call and your man answer, ask for L
So he can say, "No L
live here," our code is ill Tell him you about to catch a
flick with Sherell Plotting and scheming in the
shower, masturbating on the
cell The
neighborhood hustler, that cat we all know That nigga we grew up with, son from next do' My dream was to flow and escape the
hell below But the
demons in my life set fire to my dough I
thought about murder, I
vowed my revenge Like the
devil's pumping hate through my heart with a
syringe This is us [Carl Thomas:] You know that I
do, the
best that I
can But you don't seem to love me no more, no more I
try to please you, and be your man But you don't seem to love me no more, no more [LL Cool J:] They say a
man gon' be a
man, but that's only half the
scenario You nag a
cat, you giving him a
license to fuck a
hoe When a
man come home late, he want his girl to say hello Not hear all that bullshit 'bout "Nigga, where you go?" Fried chicken ready, t-shirt and panties at the
stove Messages written down, blunt rolled ready to go Give me a
hug, not too long, give me space When a
cat got issues don't need you all up in his face Rub your breasts, kick back, smile a
little If it's raining outside, chill, listen to the
drizzle Now kiss my chest, call me Superman Pull down my boxers by the
Calvin Klein band [?] wash it, enjoy the
flavor, I
return the
favor This behavior, should save ya From me all night freaking, with a
nineteen-year-old Half-naked Puerto Rican, creamy ass leakin Every man will agree, when she nag it's killing me I
don't always wanna talk about how the
world is shitting on me I
sip some Alize and meditate the
pain away And get in my own zone where I
wanna be alone for solo Reminisce with photos And missed opportunities to make some dough flow, you know? Chill, relax baby, support me from the
background Believe in my dreams, instead, you and your girls sat 'round Complain about, who's trading ass for cash If there ain't no trust then just us can't last This is us, I
know you feeling that Think about that shit, word up [Carl Thomas:] Your man, your man, your man Everything we've been through yeah All the
places we've been yeah Just don't know if I'll be the
same again, ha Ever since you walked all all over me, ha And even if we bring this back together, ha You know it won't be the
same, no no no no No no no no no, ha Oh I, I, baby I, tried to be your man Whoa, oh, yeah Hoo hoo hoo Can't you hear me? Can't you hear me? Whoa