Harlem World

Harlem World - Not The Kids lyrics

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Loon:
 Uh  uh  uh  uh  what
 Let's talk about it
 Yeah  yeah  yeah
 Ma  I told you  I'm not here to fuss or fight
 But I see it  all you wanna do is cuss all night
 In front of the kids  you tryin' to crush my life
 Cuz you know I ain't the type that punch my wife
 But I see now  who you wanted to be
 While knee deep in the pee now  tryin' to freestyle
 But I see now  people could see  that ain't me
 When I bought you the E3, the crib in D.C.
 On GP, bought the Mazda Z3
 Bought your little brother the 52 inch TV
 With a Playstation to stay patient
 Cuz right now it's all about the kid's situation
 Rashad-Chorus:
 Please baby girl
 Let's not fight
 If you're really gonna be in my life
 Let's work it out til we get it right
 Please baby don't
 Please don't cry
 If you're really gonna be in my life
 Let's work it out til we get it right
 Huddy:
 All Out, yo, yo, yo
 Once mistake in my life, this chicken head claimin' she wife
 Jammin' my phone, like damn, she won't leave me alone
 Knew she was trife, the way she kept watchin' my ice
 Watchin' my step, hittin' it on top of the steps
 Knowin' she wild, the condoms, she havin' my child
 Now that I'm stuck, she can't keep scratchin' my truck
 Actin' all young, doing it in front of our son
 Peeped it before, but didn't want to think she's a whore
 Thinkin' it's good, fuckin' up her rep in the 'Hood
 Fuckin' up mine, fuckin' niggas two at a time
 But look at her now, Harlem World quicker to town
 But look at my rhyme, better it didn't turn into crumb
 And I'm Little Huddy must have made me calm
 So I bowed down prayin' for my baby's mom
 I'ma take a raise now that my baby's born
 And I'ma love you anyway til the day you're gone, what
 Chorus:
 Please baby girl
 Let's not fight
 If you're really gonna be in my life
 Let's work it out til we get it right
 Please baby don't
 Please don't cry
 If you're really gonna be in my life
 Let's work it out til we get it right
 Rashad:
 Now let me hear you say uh
 Say uh huh
 Let me hear you say uh
 Say uh huh
 Now let me hear you say uh
 Say uh huh
 Now let me hear you say
 Uh uh uh uh uh na na na na
 Baby $ta$e:
 Yo, yo, yo
 Yo, it's a holiday, sippin' on Sharanade
 I'm wonderin' why these cats never celebrate Father's Day
 Y'all tellin' in fear, y'all ain't really takin' y'all cares
 And y'all motherfuckin' lie and say that y'all did
 Now when days, the phrases, the tired old lines
 She was messin' around and the baby ain't mine
 But all y'all, knowin' y'all was sayin' it raw-daw
 Y'all wanna claim that? How y'all gonna explain that?
 I'm bothered, y'all shouldn't have got me started
 Where was you when shorty turned two?
 Tell me what whould you do if the baby caught the flu
 You ain't even got a clue, if you do, tell me how to pursue
 But you quick to get hyper, come mess up my cypher
 No dough for no diapers, so why should I like ya?
 And you never cared before, so why should we care that you now see 74?
 Chorus:
 Please baby girl
 Let's not fight
 If you wanna be in my life
 Let's work it nice so we get it right
 Please baby girl
 Let's not fight
 If you wanna be in my life
 Let's work it nice so we get it right
 Rashad:
 Whoooa, whoooa, yeah
 Whoooa, whoooa
 We can work it out
 Whoooa, whoooa
 Whoooa, whoaaaa
 Can we start over again?
 Whoaaa
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: So So Def, All Out! Records

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: The Movement (1999)

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