Ladies and Gentlemen 

Jazzy Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJ's 

Here we go 



Chorus [Ciara] : 

They say 

He do a little this 

He do a little that 

He always in trouble 

And I heard 

He nuthin' but a pimp 

He's done a lot of chicks 

He's always in the club 

And they say 

He think he slick 

He's got a lot of chips 

He's sellin them drugs 

And I heard 

He's been locked up 

Find somebody else 

He ain't nuthin' but a thug 

So what, so what, so what, so what 



Verse [Field Mob] : 

(Hey, hey) 

And they say 

I'm a slut, I'm a hoe, I'm a freak 

I got a different girl everyday of the week 

You too smart you'd be a dummy to believe 

That stuff that you heard that they say about me 

They say that I'm this, they say that I'm that 

But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact 

But you don't be hearin' it about your lover 

You let it go in one ear and out the other 

Now he say, she say, they say, I heard 

The beef fake, we can't let it get on our nerves 

She miserable, she just want you to be 

Like her, misery needs company 

So don't listen to that vine of grapes, They're 

Nuthin' but liars hatin', and I bet 

They wouldn't mind tradin' places 

With you by my side in my Mercedes 



Chorus [Ciara] : 

They say 

He do a little this 

He do a little that 

He always in trouble 

And I heard 

He nuthin' but a pimp 

He's done a lot of chicks 

He's always in the club 

And they say 

He think he slick 

He's got a lot of chips 

He's selling them drugs 

And I heard 

He's been locked up 

Find somebody else 

He ain't nuthin' but a thug 

So what, so what, so what, so what 



Verse [Field Mob] : 

(Tell 'em CiCi) 

Mo' money, mo' problems, life of a legend 

Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin' 

So what, that's your cousin? that don't mean nuthin' 

Her like missin' is a type of affection 

You get, you just blind to the facts 

See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention 

Yield to the blindness to apply your suspicion 

But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me 

Why you stress this high school mess? 

Break up never, they just jealous 

Drama from your mama, mean mug from your brothers 

I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover 

Yes, I, I been to jail 

And yes, I'm grindin for real 

I'm a positive talkin' negative pimp 

They hate to see you doin' better than them 

So 



Chorus [Ciara] : 

They say 

He do a little this 

He do a little that 

He always in trouble 

And I heard 

He nuthin' but a pimp 

He's done a lot of chicks 

He's always in the club 

And they say 

He think he slick 

He's got a lot of chips 

He's sellin them drugs 

And I heard 

He's been locked up 

Find somebody else 

He ain't nuthin' but a thug 

So what, so what, so what, so what 



Verse [Ciara] : 

Some people don't like it 

'Cause you hang out in the streets 

But you're my boyfriend 

You've always been here for me 

This love is serious 

No matter what people think 

I'm gonna be here for ya 

And I don't care what they say 



Some people don't like it 

'Cause you hang out in the streets 

But you're my boyfriend 

You've always been here for me 

I love the thug in ya 

No matter what people think 

I'm gonna be here for ya 

And I don't care what they say 



Chorus