Not The Kids lyrics

Artist  : Mase 
Song : Not The Kids
 


[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 want me to
be
While knee-deep in the penile, 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]
1 - Please baby
girl
Let's not fight
If you're really gonna
be in my life
Let's work it out 'till 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 'till we get it
right

[Huddy]
All Out, yo, yo,
yo

One mistake in my life, this chicken
head claimin' she white
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, hit it on top of the
steps
Knowin' she wild, no condoms, she havin'
my child
Now that I'm stuck, she keep
key-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 crook of
the town
But look at my rhyme, I'm glad it
didn't turn it to crime
And I'm thinkin'
Little Huddy must have made me calm
So I bowed
down prayin' for my baby's mom
I'mma change my
ways now that my baby's born
And I'mma love
you anyway 'till the day you gone,
what

Repeat 1

[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

[Stase]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, it's a
holiday, sippin' on Chardonnay
I'm wonderin'
why these cats never celebrate Father's
Day
Y'all tellin' a fib, y'all ain't really
take care y'all kids
And y'all motherfuckin'
liar if y'all say that ya did
Now engaged in
phrases, that tired old lines
She was messin'
around and the baby ain't mine
But all y'all,
knowin' y'all was hittin' it raw dog
You don't
wanna claim that? How you explain that?
A ball
that y'all shouldn't a got started
Where was
you when shorty turned two?
Tell me what
whould you do if the baby caught a 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 ain't never cared
before
So why should we care that you now see
74?

Repeat 1

[Rashad]
Whoooa,
whoooa, yeah
Whoooa, whoooa
We can work it
out
Whoooa, whoooa
Whoooa, whoaaaa
Can
we start over again?
Whoaaa
Yeah, yeah,
yeah