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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