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Текст (слова) песни: Masta Ace f Jane Doe - Dear Yvette

[MA] Ay yo shorty I`m sayin, I knew
you since you was like yay high, y`knamean
You out here whylin` out, you really need
to cool out with all that!
[JD] Please, you don`t know me!

[Masta Ace]
Ay yo Yvette, there`s a lotta rumours goin` around
About you hoein` around, you need to slow down
Eversince ya ass grew, you been movin` kinda fast boo
Don`t even speak now when I pass you
Hundred Dollar bill tattoo, on yo thigh
The gleam in ya eye for the cream and the pie
Skirt ridin` high so they can see ya thong better
I`ma sit down and write you a long letter
We was little, we was friends, we rode our big wheels
Now I see you gettin` a Benz with big wheels
All these guys in the city, see is the size of your titties
And that you got hazel eyes and you`re pretty
They see a girl like you and they wanna get in her
I was thinkin` we can go to a movie, maybe dinner
You turned around and told me I need to retire
If I can`t "show you the money" like Jerry McGuire
I don`t know

[Chorus Jessica Harrell]
You don`t really know me
Just what ya think ya see
Just what ya think ya see
You don`t have to worry `bout me
This chick got hopes and dreams
But I`m about this paper cuz
There ain`t no love for free

[Jane Doe]
I never been they type of bitch, maybe when I was younger
I craved love and thought they could satisfy my hunger
Thirsty, had a few niggaz do me dirty
Slid a blade across my wrist, almost went 7:30
I spazed, now it`s all about the cash
Swingin` naked on a pole, doin` tricks with my ass
You wanna be with me and let happilly ever after
Same ol` song, get more "hits" than Napster
You don`t care about me, you don`t really know me
My broked hearts and dreams is killin` me slowly
Get ahead bitch, walk with a switch
Lip gloss lips and 34 inch hips
Airbrushed chips and chromed out whips
I like to take trips when wife stash the whips
Fuck love `em, solo
Raisin` my seeds for dolo
And mindstate fresh, with nothin` less than Polo

[Chorus]

[Jane Doe]
Please don`t be sympathetic
Shit I don`t regret it
While these hoes half-stepped it
Nigga I`m gonna rep it, til` I die
And make these G`s multiply
I`ma make G`s cry like when Jesus died
And on the third day my G rose again
A foul type chick, quick to fuck ya best friend
And smile in ya face, niggaz stay in ya place
Catch my head at his waist, lie with a straight face

[Masta Ace]
I know my man had you in the Bricks, with a couple of chicks
Drivin` around havin` endless kicks in the Benz 6
He said the sex was (good), the head was (good)
Yo I think he would tell the whole hood if he could
You say it`s all about the money, well I can tell
Cuz that nigga makes Sam Cassell look like Denzel
My bad I`ma sound like a real hater
I`ma leave it on that note and holla at ya later
One

[2x Chorus]

[Masta Ace & Jane Doe talking over Chorus]
[JD] You think you are the judgement
Y`all niggaz don`t know me
I do what I gotta do, I take care of mine
Who you think you are, you ain`t no better than me
[MA] Why you say all that?
[JD] I`m only doin` what I gotta do
[MA] I do what I gotta do too
[JD] You don`t know me, you don`t love me
[MA] I`m tryin` to help you, I mean you out here whylin` out
Whatever though

 

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