Words and Music by Willie Cobbs
Copyright 1962, 1990 Frederick Music Company and Katrina Music
You don't love me, pretty baby,
you don't love me, yes I know.
You don't love me, pretty baby
you don't love me, yes I know.
Well if you leave me, pretty baby
don't you know you're gonna hurt me so.
Well I'm gonna tell my mother,
I'm gonna talk to my father too.
Well I'm gonna tell my sweet mother,
I'll have a word with my father too.
Well I'm gonna tell everybody,
what those young girls will do to you.
Goodbye now, pretty baby,
if I don't see you no more.
Lord, goodbye now, pretty baby,
if I never see you no more.
Well if you think I'll be your fool, Lord,
you better be on your merry way.YELLA:
You fake cheerleadin' bitch!
You want a nigga like me to beware, ha?
I'ma show you some spokes right now..
Ya' bitch'you...
TEC-9:
Take them braids out his hair, Yella...
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YELLA & TEC-9:
I'ma drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyard,
Leavin' a note around his neck readin' "BAD ASS YELLA BOY.."
Oooooh, he wants some? Ain't that cold, ya'll?
YOU A HO! MYSTIKAL! YOU A HO, MYSTIKAL!
I'm from the three, and I don't give a fuck..
And I know you thought I wouldn't be back, but you can't keep me down,
Don't forget about the "U" and the Cash Money Clowns...
YELLA:
I'm from the the and I don't give a fuck, off the record,
Once again it's Mystikal with the Chuck's,
I'm back up on the scene with the two like a Viper,
Been in so much war, I think I straighter than a sniper..
Mystikal, you bitch, are you ready for the drama?
Told your ho' ass people, "Ho don't run, I'll kill Mama.."
If I catch ya' wit'cha draws down, I'ma do ya,
Once upon a time, I up'd the rugga, gimme the cruiser..
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YELLA:
I be the Jack of all Trades, don't make me spl-iz-it, ya' fuckin' head,
The Queen I mean the King, I mean he learn't many trades,
Comin' to get'cha round the bend, I'm ready to unwrap your braids,
Get played, now what'cha wanna do? My nuts you can chew,
Because they told me you wanted to battle, Time for you to sca-dattle,
You ain't 'bout to be one doctor show, don't make me bust you up..
Gra'ze the left, the uppercut, the roundhouse, sidestep, roll'o
Let go of my shirt you ho, blood's up on my Polo,
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YELLA:
Stop playin' with me, stop playin' with me bitch, stop playin' with me..
I'm like the BG's I'm gat totin, but this time, it's the Bulldog barrel smokin,
I hope they catch and chop ya down, tear ya ass apart..
Thrash all the swine, touch down, your brains on the ground