Wasnt Your Fault (Explicit)

Yeah .. niggas wanna take care of these hoes Niggas wanna control these hoes You can't control these **** These is independent **** these years You can't understand the 2000 in here? Motherfuckers wanna put they mack down Wanna put they soder down Let a **** do what she wanna do If she chose to ride wit a G Then let her ride wit a G The **** don't wanna sit back and be a housewife all the time Let the **** be what she wanna be A real **** and let the **** get on and make her money You understand? I got a homey sittin' by me Understand this **** don't understand because he's a young **** You know what I'm sayin'? I'm been in the game since '85 And I know a **** don't do nothin' wanna play a **** like 9 to 5 alright YIKES Shabba dabble do I can dig it baby you know Because these hoes they can't be controlled You gotta find 'em spot 'em send 'em get em got 'em you know It wasn't (uh uh) your fault (it wasn't your fault) You was only tryin' to be nice (tryin' be nice) Only tryin to be nice ohh (can't be nice to these hoes) You know you can't control these hoes (no no no) You know you can't control these hoes (can't control these hoes) You know you can't control these hoes What she do she jumped out of her sleep and left the pad at a quarter to two That's on you you shoulda put your foot in her **** like a pimp's supposed to do But instead of goin' 'upside da head' You bought her a 5 karat wit your bread And then she went and gave her homeboy Ted some head I ain't tellin' on her I'm just sayin' what you do When your **** out of bounds and you don't know what to do What we do we check 'em from the gate to keep a **** straight It's on you see you can take her out and buy her all types of things You's a fool cause when she leave you for what he do You'll see fool Me and you that's what you thought 'til your **** got caught Shame on you and now I understand why my momma used to tell me that Ain't that true you can't make a queen out a motherfuckin' hoodrat Game on you cause now you back at your momma house And you sleepin' on tha copeasack What's she do I gave her the keys to my '74 Cadillac Say it ain't true she let a **** drive it ask tha homie Battlecat Whatchu do put my foot in her **** and mashed tha gas You know me and ever since that day my **** I've been P I M P That's your boo but she know every **** in the Roc-A-Fella Crew That's on you baby blow too much I mean she know too much That's my boo it's all about who she did and where she been I love you you shouldn't a told her that you should a smacked her flat Shame on you (shame on you) your so in love you fittin' to get a tattoo That ain't cool (that ain't cool) love is blind and no friend of mine If I was you I'd a packed her bags and bust anotha **** that's bad Game got rules if you lose a **** you gotta gain a ****