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



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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



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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



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