Sadat X

Sadat X - The Lump Lump lyrics

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People often see me in jams  and be thinkin I'm high
 No that just be my lazy eye
 What's your reply to the evidence against you
 Your girlfriend found one hand just one loan credit
 Exclaimed you was fuckin you claim downtown
 where Fred can beat that  win that  quick nigga wins the ballgames
 Tailwind nose is a must on any con any truck
 When riding on luck you catch an empty
 Riding on the wave is real good, suave bola
 You be playin the low low, while your girlfriend be like, "Oh no!"
 I seen it with my own eyes and I know that it was him
 Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
 Episodes of Free Willy bring strife in your life
 You can flip and use the gift of gab, but don't waver
 If you love your girlfriend, then you better save her
 Cause the next man is eager, to run up in yours
 Be in her drawers, put your girl on her fours
 Sometime's the girls game's tighter than a sloppy ass nigga
 I got my girl locked down hey that's the truth nigga
 She gone away for the weekend, man she right uptown
 Runnin around with my man Boogie Brown
 I keep your arms in the air, your feet on the floor
 While you're over there frontin with these kids
 your girl's givin jaw

 Chorus:

 I been doin my own thing (2X)

 Verse Two:

 Oh you got your own dough, from where I don't know
 You hold degrees from two universities
 Girl you're worth cheese in the nine-seis
 Sadat owns apartment keys, is it Alize for Dolo
 You got a mind on top of that spine plus the lump lump
 Highly educated and highly motivated
 Workin girl skirt tight love to hurt
 What to exert, I break your next man's pocket
 Smell of freak fragrant, unlike the vagrant
 You can pay the rent always, and don't be gettin hallways
 In the bed girlie and at work by nine
 Put on the work force ridin on a iron horse
 Bring it home to dad, the one piece cause I'm here
 Workout baby doll and keep yo' career
 No chiggedy, no diggedy, not you
 Glad that I got you, when I did
 Cause you was runnin wild with this out of style kid, no class
 Light in the ass, white enough to pass
 Shotproof glass for the midnight mass

 Chorus

 Verse Three:

 I have seen this chick at the bar, furiously she was searchin
 She want to wet her whistle with the glass of bubbly
 She want the Willie Dom not the cheap sherry
 Tryin to front with the outfit that's goin back tomorrow
 Now she's makin me dream, if she played to force it
 Dom she want to toss it, back in that
 Jet when the bottle's gone and that's a fact
 Give you the wrong number knowin it's the wrong number
 Front on a nigga never that, not I
 If you see me at the bar it's dry throat
 because I'm keepin these hoes dry
 Hey lookie there there's Harlem Slim!
 Lookin at me, but then you're walkin with him
 I be a little old for them young girl games
 I know a lot of tricks but I ain't namin no names
 One burnt my man, left his beef in flames
 Actin ill wild like the untamed dames
 Just came to mingle where I flowed the river Thames
 When I was young in the clubs they played Cool James
 Get rich without jail, is one of my aims
 You remember Good Times, with courderoy jeans

 Chorus (repeat 2.5X
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: BMG Entertainment

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

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