Girl

[Yukmouth] Welcome Little boys and girls, listen A man can get caught up in things (Right) It's like a gridlock (Right) He gots ta have it (ugh ugh), his girl got his mind (ugh ugh) Took over his whole body, he needs her (Speak on it) He can't live without her (Ugh!), dig this Her name was Lady Heroin, I think he met her at a Chevron Late night stressin he caught his wife sexin with his cousin Stefan He told his wife to get to step on Before I start lettin loose on your skanless ass with the weap-on Then since he's learnt, involved in a three year marriage Arguin, fightin with his wife at night, arrested by sheriff Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to jail in your drawers And all of this because his wife tried to put the knife to his balls And oh naw, cock the seat uhh, she tried to straight Lorraine Lee Bobbit me I woke up out of a dream, she was on top of me Screamin that's how it gotta be, holdin a dagger I grabbed my gat, point it at her, she dropped the dagger, I slapped her Months after he got out of jail, seriously hooked on girl Lips chapped, face pale, body skinny and frail Tales of a married man whose life was stressed too much Had to resort to snortin drugs and such just to keep in touch With himself, his wife suin for half of the wealth (uhh) And all that shootin in his veins was gettin bad for his health His cards was dealt, methamphetamines on the shelf Smokin the creamery, the greatest thing the man ever felt Now he's high, pull over on the bridge ??? Ready to die, he took his last swig of Reynell A livin hell, he climbed on the rail then he yelled "God all my life I failed" as he slipped and fell, oh girl [Hook] Why'd you have to do me that way? I love you til this day Even stinks to think you're the one we used to stay Girl, why'd you have to leave for so long? I'll never give you up Never seemed to act touchable, that was the start [Crooked I] She was a gangsta ass bitch, the greatest of all time She took my heart and my mind, turned me to a life of crime Now I'm, under pressure to impress her I wake up, put on my bullet proof vestin Grab my Smith & Wessin off the dresser Then I, hop up in a chopped up rag Tre When I, cross your path you're havin a bad day Cos I, make the automatic mag spray Gimme the cash, she taught me to get mine the fast way I creep on ballers while they blaze joints I'm snatchin caine boulders and jackin Range Rovers at gauge point Under hypnosis, robbin the closest nigga The diagnosis - psychosis, the cirrhosis is from doses of liquor That I'm sippin by the picture, tryin to ditch ya But when ever she get dug, the bitch'll be witcha for richer Or poorer, through sickness and health Eyewitness, if I shake this mistress I can handle business myself But I love her so much I'm stuck in her clutches I talk about her, can't walk without her, she's my crutches She showed a young nigga how to check grip Connectin me with the correct licks to collect chips And if I leave her, no question I'm destined to hurt And she's the reason half of the homies are restin in dirt It's Crooked I next, I'll probably get dropped by some metal (some metal) Just for comin around my girl (who?), the ghetto (my girl) [Hook] [Knumskull] I'm curbside, and my girl sellin graciously Never no worries, and if Task kick, we skeet and scurry I'm posted up makin my squillion My mind set - I don't stop til I get a million But I'm seein baby momma's and grandpas gettin double Legit, that ain't my problem cos I bubble I always wonder why friends came back for mo' and mo' The high was fantastic, smelt like plastic but it's dope Scope the area before I made moves, losin gains Was the up-and-downs in this so-called game but hey Take the punches and blows, put aside, the crack babies Dope fiend mommas and nasty hoes, peep I'm walkin around the spot with a bundle in my mouth Yay leakin through the plastic in drastic amounts I'm feelin wide eyed, probably lookin like a tweaker Spit the bundle in my palm, and tried to keep calm My dove shrunk down, to tens, I'm high off crack And damn, it didn't really feel bad Started thinkin, this use to be a rich man high I gotta high drug tolerance so I'll give it a try Went home and did my thang, snatched a two hundred bundle for keeps The shit was so good I was Pookie for two weeks Luckily, I bounced back, but I stopped sellin cream Now this is like one big dream, oh girl Chorus to fade