Paternity Test

[Intro] Doh-doh-doh Real life situation (This is when shit turns into work!), the names have been changed (Right here, this is when the shit... this is why the checks is sent(?)), niggas go through this (the names has been changed) [Verse 1] Uh, uh One day I was chilling in the crib, rocking the PS3 Until the telephone rang, wondering who it could be Looked at the caller ID, never seen this number befo´ But I answered the bitch anyway, hello The man on the other end said "Good evening" Is this Mr. Franklin with whom I´m speaking And I said yes, indeed it is Now pardon my French, who the fuck is this My name is Bryce and excuse me bro But I´m calling on behalf of the Maury Show See Julie Jessing gave birth to a daughter And submitted your name as the definite father We think paternity test is in orda´ If you want one, we´ll fly you out tomorra´ And I said yes, I´ll hop on that Jet To come out there and prove my point Cause if you know me, you know no poking Unless I got a Magnum on my joint Now I´m having sex flashbacks In this truck I remember that night when the condom bust Time past then, damm it´s been about 12 months How many months is the child Three? Fuck! That sound about right First I thought I wasn´t, but now I think I might Be raising a little girl Butterflies on the flight Spitta welcome to the real world Tires screeching Plane is landing Trying not to think about what´s happening Checked into my hotel room And lit a fat one Watching cartoons but a nigga wasn´t laughin´ Cause my mind elsewhere Front desk called said the limo´s downstairs Too bring me to the set where they tapin´ the show Now I´m in the green room pacin´ the floor When they call me out to the stage The women in the crowd all look at me with hate The men look at me with expressions that say "Damn youngster, hope it all go your way" They put pictures of me and baby side-by-side The crowed sighed when they saw how much we look alike Even Maury said we had the same eyes Funny how one night can rearrange a whole life Took a commercial break and came back An assistant dropped a folder in his lap He pulls out a envelope and holds it up Says these are the results And then the crowd hushed Suspense was building in the buildin´ I hope my parents is ready for grandchildren Cause I might just have one to give them Cause if it´s my baby I´ma man up, pilgrim The test results are unfolded He lowers his brow as he looks over it Looks up grinnin´ and says: Relax pimpin´ The bitch lyin´ that ain´t your [Outro] That is not my B-A-B-Y Not, my B-A-B-Y That is not my B-A-B-Y Not, my B-A-B-Y That is not my B-A-B-Y Not, my B-A-B-Y Shorty you can take me to Maury, I´m not claiming her