Luniz - Girl lyrics

[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

[Chorus]

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)

[Chorus]

[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