That ain't my baby, no, that ain't my girl Maria, why you wanna play me like that? But she talking in, and she needs to quit But never this, all I know she's not mine 'Cause she's wildin' out, what she talking about? She ain't my baby, she ain't my girl

That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs

Why'd you come in here lookin' like that All decked out like a cowgirl's dream In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans When you could stop traffic in a gunney sack Why you're almost givin' me a heart attack When you waltz right in here

We ain't supposed to love like that (We ain't supposed to love like that) What are we doing? Why do I feel good doing something so bad? Okay, okay it's my birthday, everyone left Role play, we could stop the role play, everyone left I'm making love to

You and your high horse To know that you ain't ever gonna come down So, why don't you giddy up, giddy up And ride straight out of this town 'Cause everyone knows someone who kills the buzz Every time they open up their mouth Yeah, everyone knows someone

Mama's just a little girl Mama don't know why Time ain't on her side 'Cause mama's just a little girl (mama is just a little girl) Living if she is or not, oh Young mothers (that's right) I feel ya (hey) I know how it is Don't nobody understand

I sit up all night And know it ain't right, baby But I don't I don't think, don't think that I Talk no more And everybody says Boy why don't you just leave it alone But I don't think I can

I do what I like, I do, I do I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like I think us bad bitches is a gift from

You remind me of a girl that I once knew See her face whenever I, I look at you You won't believe all of the things she put me through This is why I just can't get with you Yo, I ain't seen you in a minute But I got something to tell you See, the thing

Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga Dre shot ya Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the doctor The Math gon' drop him And 50 ain't rocking with him no more It's okay, I get it popping Whole club