• baby you think you got me tripp fusin
    but hunny you dead wrong
    i run these streets like they my home
    i see you with her i dont get upset
    i jus ride by music loud bumpin
    i nod so she now who she messin with
    i see you walkin by i say hi but im high as hell so it dont matter who the fuc* your with
    i see your home boy trying at me
    i walk up lean down wisper in his ear.
    later that night i give him a call
    you at his house i here you yellen
    you show up mad as hell i laugh
    lookin at cha mad as hell i remind you of the hoe he was with a few days ago
    he lies trys but fails that bitc* aint got nuthen on me
    im outa the house befor sh*t gets deep
    im back on the spot were home girls chill
    we dance and partyin till the sun comes up
    these bitc*s try fruntin on me i given em a smile and a lead
    i hand them there shi* and tell them to get gone
    befor me and my girls do some thing dumb
    these bitc*s think they run theses streets but hunny when you learn that boys are dogs and the bitc*s like me own them you aint got no role in the game
    these boys think that they are the king
    hunny kings aint shi*t with out there queen