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My nigga  C  he from Texas  I'm from Tennesee 
We do our thang  with them thangs  makin' currency 
He got the hook up with Columbians and Mexicans 
He wraps 'em up and ships 'em out  and I supply the ends 
Excellent profit got us livin' elegant 
Laundrymat style washes away the evidence 
Get on the plane every weekend and visit 
I would visit his town  and he would visit Memphis 
Takin' the nigga clubbin'  Embassy suites, and freaks 
Up all night, sippin' Tussin, smokin' Sweets 
One weekend, I'm in his town, his crib 
You really must trust a nigga to show him where you live 
Fly scenery, space aged things, and big screen 
In the den, shootin' pool puffin' on some good green 
In walked the woman that was C's fiancee 
He said daddy loved her, and would marry her one day 
Her name was Angela, damn she was fine 
I admit I had evil thoughts rush in my mind 
Moscino fittin' tight, she was dressed to kill 
She winked but I didn't think the hoe was for real 
Chorus 
What am I, supposed to do? 
When I'm takin' a chance, fuckin' with you 
My homeboy's girlfriend 
Now if someone, found out about us 
Then someone's, gonna get fucked up 
My homeboy's grilfriend 
The smell of breakfast, woke me up from my dreams 
Bacon sizzlin', searchin' for the kitchen like a fiend 
What I, seen, straight took me by surprise 
Angela half naked not tryin' to hide 
She saw me lookin', but kept cookin' 
What's up with that? 
Invitin' me to sit down, and said she'd be right back 
I poured a glass of O.J. and pulled up a seat 
Angela came right back, and sat next to me 
Kissed me on my cheek and said 
(Oh you cute, I don't know what it is, but it's just something about 
you) 
With her hand on my leg, she kissed me on my neck 
I said baby chill, this is too much disrespect 
If C walked in, he be a mad mothafucker 
And ain't no pussy gon' come between brothers 
Lovers, we can't be, cause that's bad business 
(Ball, you could have all of this, and there won't be no witnesses) 
All in my lap, on my early mornin' hard dick 
Grindin' on it, pullin' it, before I knew it, suckin' it 
Ended up fuckin' it 
I guess I'm a weak man 
It's hard to understand my homeboy's girlfriend 
Chorus 
Me and C jumped in the Benz and hit the town for a while 
I can't believe what just happned, man this shit too wild 
If C finds out, he might trip and try to kill me 
And I ain't the type of nigga that's gonna feel guilty 
Later on, we was at the pad, kickin' back 
C had to make a run, to go and serve a pack 
Before he made it out the driveway good 
Angela was all on me, tryin' to suck on my wood 
On the pool table, on the floor, man what a whore 
I was lookin' out for C, she was beggin' me for more 
An hour later, C walked through the door 
Unaware, that I was just in his ladies underwear 
I flew home the next day still reminiscing 
Not believin' I just dicked on my homies Mrs. 
This is a fuckin' trip man 
I will never understand, my homeboy's girlfriend 
Chorus

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