Treat Her Like A Prostitute

Here's an oldie but goodie Hit it Excuse me, What? Can I have your attention, Mn-hmm There's just a few things that I've got to mention (Uh-huh) There's girlies out here that seem appealing But they all come in your life and cold hurt your feelings I'm telling you As Rick is my name I wouldn't trust no girl unless she feels the same Treat 'em like a prostitute (Do What?) Don't treat no girlie well until you're sure of the scoop Cause all they do is they hurt and trample Listen up close, here comes my first example Now ya been with your girlfriend for quite a while Plans for the future, she's having your child Celebrate with friends drinking cans and quarts Telling all your friends about your family thoughts One friend was drunk so he starts to act wild He tells the truth about the kid It's not your child Acting like a jerk and on his face was a smirk He said, "Your wife went berserk while you was hard at work" And she led him on and tried to please him She didn't waste time, she didn't try to tease him Treat 'em like a prostitute (Do What?) Don't treat no girlie well until you're sure of the scoop Cause all they do is they hurt and trample Listen up close, here comes my second example It's your wife You buy the tramp jewels and clothes You get sentimental and bring home a rose Give her everything cause you swear she's worth it All your friends tell you, "The bitch don't deserve it" Love is blind, so there goes your wealth Until one day, you see things for yourself Came home from work early, Mr. Loverman You had a card and some candy in your right hand There's the mailman, he was short yet stout He went inside your house and didn't come back out Bust it Just a friendly stop, come on, is it? The mailman comes and he pays your wife a visit? The thought alone makes your temperature boil You say to yourself, she might still be loyal You open up your door and stand in a trance You see the mailman's bag and the mailman's pants Came home to party At work had a hard day Look around your house and you say, "Where the hell are they?" Run upstairs up to your bedroom You look inside your room, you see something brewin' Cover your mouth because you almost choke You see the mailman's dick way up your wife's throat Treat 'em like a prostitute (Mm-hmm) Don't treat no girlie well until you're sure of the scoop Cause all they do is they hurt and trample Listen up close, here comes my last example Now your girl, she don't like to have sex a lot And today she's ready and she's hot, hot, hot As you open up the door she says, "Get on the floor" She wants to try things she's never tried before She takes off your drawers and works you over She calls you Twinkles And you call her Rover Next thing you know, the ho starts to ill She says, "I love you, Harold" and your name is Will That's not the half 'til you start to ride her Take off your rubber and there's one more inside her It's not yours-who can it be? I think it was a slick rapper, his name is M.C. Ricky Treat 'em like a prostitute Don't treat no girlie well, treat no girlie well Treat no girlie well, until you're sure of the scoop