Miss Thang

[Intro: Sho talking to Willie D] Will, there go that squallie I been telling you about man. I've been trying and trying, she won't give me no action [Willie D] Yeah, just step to her and spread your hustle, that's all ya gotta do [Sho] Yeah but...I ain't got the platinum album and the Lexus. I ain't got your pockets [Willie D] Ya see it ain't always 'bout that baby. Conversation rule that nation. Just step to her man. The worst she can do is say no. And that'll be her loss [Verse One: Sho] Miss Thang Girl you know you're too much Been trying to knock the boots for the past three months I done peeped your game but I'mma tell the whole world Like Gina, you know you can go girl You in the club, rain, sleet or snow Got them daisy dukes on when it's 20 below Been around the way and back And been in everybody and they cousin Cadillac But you still got class They call you fast but I don't know one brother that got the ass Make me wonder who macking who Everytime I see you, fresh clothes, fresh hair doo You're juicing all the sugar daddies I done seen a lot of stars but I think you the baddest Never seen a pair at the club And everywhere she go, Miss Thang gets lots of love Her and her girlfriends all in sync Never seen Miss Thang buy a drink Every brother in the place got the same aim And that's to get with Miss Thang [Hook: Sho] {x2} Miss Thang I don't have a lot of money Miss Thang I don't drive a fancy car Miss Thang I don't have much to offer you But I still wanna knock the boots [Verse Two: Sho] Miss Thang Why you all up on the paid brothers? Don't you know broke brothers make the best lovers? Gotta hit it right for you to come back Can't trick ya, ain't got it like that But if you come to the crib I bet I hit it right Have you walking with a flashlight in daylight Looking for mo' Trying to get some mo', find out why they call me Sho', yo If I get in the socks, I bet it won't be a fling though You ain't never had mandingo Don't got a lot of money, but I got a job I ain't robbing but a brother ain't starving Got the three B's and I don't regret it A bucket, a bus card and bad credit I ain't all that and I don't deny it But Miss Thang don't knock it till you tried it Cause while you'll walking 'round looking down your nose You might be passing up a pot of gold So quit acting tight with the poontang And give it up for a brother, Miss Thang [Hook] [Verse Three: Sho] Miss Thang See you're doing your bag and ya pager Is there anyway I can persuade ya? To give me the digits or a few minutes I'm like you, my conversation got game in it Stop acting all saditty all the time To talk to a brother for a second don't cost a dime Hear me out and what I got to say I'm like Calgon, girl I'll take you away But not to a real expensive place though I'm just an average young brother from the ghetto It shouldn't matter where we go when I take ya out It's not the gift it's the thought that counts Miss Thang, just need to be tamed You don't need a dime if ya got an ounce of game Cause no matter how large you get fellas You'll always find there's a gal on another level [Hook] {x4}