[Featuring Rashad]
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 want to do is cuss all night
In front of the kids you tryin' to crush my life
'cause 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
'cause 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 want to 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 want to be in my life
Let's work it nice so we get it right
Please baby girl
Let's not fight
If you want to 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

Writer : BETHA, MASON/HAWKINS, CHAUNCEY LAMONT/BETHA, STASON S
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing