You've been mean And your crying won't help you baby Oh, crying won't help you now You ought to do a little better, baby You ought to straighten up and fly right Oh no matter what you say baby No matter what you do The way you treat me baby You know, is

Don't you know? Woah, don't you, baby, hey It won't matter, baby Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty Scream, "Ride or die," I thought you would ride with me Found out you was jealous, you wouldn't even grind with me And when I copped the 6 you