Текст песни You

That's you

That talk about your homie behind his back,

But you always with him at every location he be at.

That's you

That be stealin from your momma,

Knowin she be the only one at your side, helpin you through your drama.

That's you

Sellin crack but can't make no profit,

Coz you smokin it up, and you just can't seem to stop it

That's you

That keep playin up without a rubber, don't wanna claim your baby, you naked headed lover, that's your babies mother

That's you

A woman that's so deceitful, smilin as you do evil, makin money to set up your own people

That's you

Throwin pussy at your homegirls husband every evenin, then try to convince her that he be cheatin

That's you

Hate a woman doin better than you are, so you slash her tires and bust all the windows out her car

That's you

That can't get over your ex-man, puttin the problems of your previous relationship on the next man

That's you

{Outta be ashamed of your self, coz the shell of a man playin games with your self

That's you

Makin the real women look fake, only hurtin yourself with the decions that you make

That's you} x2

That beats your kid, coz somebody said he done somethin, but you don't even go see if he did

That's you

Still living in your parents home, you got a good paying job but wont even pay for the phone

That's you

With that unattractive attitude, people don't wanna be around you coz you be ruinin they mood

That's you

That's thinkin somebody owe you somethin, and aint gon be satisfied until somebody show you somethin

That's you
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Rollin your eyes, and poppin your neck, coz you were the high roller, but homie only want you for sex

That's you

Think you the shit because your body is tight, what you gon do if god decide to change that over night

That's you

That can't stay at womans place, hit a man, hopin he hit you back, so you can take his freedom away?

That's you

That enjoy makin people lives hard, but when trouble come around your way you go runnin to god

That's you

{Outta be ashamed of your self, coz the shell of a man playin games with your self

That's you

Makin the real women look fake, only hurtin yourself with the decions that you make

That's you} x2

That get up every night to go out and jack, but you reap what you sew, so don't get mad when it come back

That's you

That been out comittin all that crime, now you suicidal coz you gotta do all that time

That's you

Spendin all of your money on beer and blunts, and aint got nothin on your bills come the first of the month?

That's you

That don't care about how stupid your act, man I'm so glad I'm no longer livin my life like that

That's you

Tryin to fuck over people who work for you, even with all of that money aint no peace on earth for ya

That's you

Yea that's you that made your homeboys hate ya, can't go no where without a gun coz you're nervous by nature

That's you

That's in and out of jail on the same charge, get out and go do the same thing on the same boulevard

That's you

That's gonna end up in the funeral home, you bobbin your head but I know you can't stand this song

That's you

{Outta be ashamed of your self, coz the shell of a man playin games with your self

That's you

Makin the real women look fake, only hurtin yourself with the decions that you make

That's you} x2