[Intro:]

Oh I love the way,

That you carry yourself

Even love the way,

You wear your hair

And I'm loving you

That's cool, but um



[Verse 1:]

Ok, I met you on the other side of town

The word around town is that you known to get around

I ain't trippin, no,

I'm tryina put you in the leg lock, 54

Legs behind your head, make your bed rock, hit it slow,

Young gigolo, call me Deuce Bigallow

Never satisfied with one dime, you gotta give me more

So, I ride clean through the city slow

Looking for a cute face, fat ass, pretty toes

Know some diddy hoes, that's the worst type

Type that ask you for a purse on the first night

Type to turn a great date to a worst night

Love pack them bags up, you on the first flight home

Then it's on to the next one

Never know the next one, might be the best one

Fresh off the jet, fly like Elroy Jetson

Treat a dog hoe like a step son,



[Bridge:]

I'm leaving

That's right, I'm leaving

Yep that's right, I'm leaving

Ok, I'm leaving



[Verse 2:]

Ok, I met her at the gallery, I was in a Louie store

Buying up a bunch of shit, attracting all the groupie 

hoes

Sippin on the purple punch, you know it got me moving 

slow

So I entertain them bitches like I'm in a movie role

Take her out to eat, Rose, plate of sushi roll

She got a pretty face, golden hair like dooky roll

I'm thinking, this one might be a keeper

Bring her to the hood and let all my niggas meet her

Showin love, my homies say she look real familiar

Something like this chick named Patricia

I'm like whoa, every other city we go

Pac said he best man, we see the same hoes

Every other video, every other show

You could bet your last dollar they be in the first row

They just tryina get paid, who are they to blame?

It's all about the might dollar, bright lights and fame



So I'm leaving

That's right, I'm leaving