The argument, pt. 2
par Zigg Zagg
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(feat. Brotha Lynch Hung)
[Zigg Zagg: speaking]
Da Argument
The Argument number two
[Zigg Zagg:]
And where was you last night
You know I hit you ´bout like one o´clock
And if you don´t know by now, you put me on the spot
I´m fed up, shit, tired, sick and I can´t even breathe
´Bout to put myself in prison and do you off in yo sleep
What was you thinkin?
You smell like stank ass bitch right now
What was you drankin?
Don´t apologize, I´m packin up for a while
I can´t believe it you given away a whole zip for a dub
And to the hoe you spent the night wit
Hide
Cause push comes to shove
Blood runs much thicker than water, but don´t wash
Next time you feelin sad and look over at me, I don´t talk
Two kids and twelve years, but still I can´t get the respect
This whole relationship thing to me is like a comedy act
You keep complainin at me night after night
I´ma leave and you be framin me wit all dis bullshit
I just can´t breathe
And you be blamin me for what you be doin
I´m leavin please don´t try to call me on my personal time
That´s what I mean
[Brotha Lynch:]
It´s like therapy
See you can sit there and stare at me
You can even smell me
Go ´head you can tell me
Only time you see me get jealous is when you fuckin up
I trust you ´round the fellas
Better toughin up
Or get tossed up, this ain´t no soap opera
This ain´t O.J. & Nee-Cole
Creep up and pop ya, smashin in the Bronco
End up getting locked up
Run up to the enemy and he end up getting socked up
I ain´t got no money for Cochran, no matter what you talkin
Don´t make come at you with the glocked in like McGlockton
I smoke to much weed and they gon´ take my kids
I´ma have to make you bleed, I can´t let you live
Makin dem baby mama ribs after all these years
You didn´t know it, I was a psycho killin wit all these tears
Blood type O, cryin when I killin
Huggin my babies and now I´m cryin when I´m killin
Jeah
[Chorus:]
(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)
Um, you don´t know me, but a few years ago I killed your husband, and I am so very very sorry
(Lady crying) - What is this some kinda of sick joke
(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)
Oh no, I´m completely serious!
(Lady cries)
(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)
I feel better already!
[Zigg Zagg:]
A damn shame it´s been a waist of my lifetime
I cry myself to sleep when you come back so late at night
I got no feelin for you sometimes
Can´t lie, but wouldn´t mind pullin the chain
So just maybe I that I might just shoot one off into the brain
51/50 you made it so likely nothin could matter
These bitches hittin you at 3 in the A.M. and what they after
I´m vicious and my patience is low, tryin to let you know
So don´t come lookin for me after the show
You heard me beggin, and just this one last time
Show you what you about to be missin, I´m on a mission
When you hit from behind, you get the vision
Baby stickin ´em and thinkin´ you fine
But just you listen, cause I´m shinin´ baby commitin a crime
And man you slippin
[Brotha Lynch:]
Everytime I come home, same ole shit
You ain´t satisfied until I leave ya anal split
I know you ain´t gon´ get it until I ram it down ya throat
I know you ain´t gon´ lick it, I know you ain´t gon´ choke
But I´ma hit the G note, and that´s gon´ settle thangs
And you can leave broke, leave those metal thangs up out that shit
Unless somebody come trip, then I´ll rock that shit
That´s on Crip
Don´t make me act so stiff, I´m a NWA
I was in trouble yesterday, and in trouble today
And it ain´t gon´ change, I spray thangs
So baby don´t say thangs, ´bout to make it bang.
[Chorus:]
(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)
Um, you don´t know me, but a few years ago I killed your husband, and I am so very very sorry
(Lady crying) - What is this some kinda of sick joke
(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)
Oh no, I´m completely serious!
(Lady cries)
(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)
I feel better already!
[Zigg Zagg: speaking]
Da Argument
The Argument number two
[Zigg Zagg:]
And where was you last night
You know I hit you ´bout like one o´clock
And if you don´t know by now, you put me on the spot
I´m fed up, shit, tired, sick and I can´t even breathe
´Bout to put myself in prison and do you off in yo sleep
What was you thinkin?
You smell like stank ass bitch right now
What was you drankin?
Don´t apologize, I´m packin up for a while
I can´t believe it you given away a whole zip for a dub
And to the hoe you spent the night wit
Hide
Cause push comes to shove
Blood runs much thicker than water, but don´t wash
Next time you feelin sad and look over at me, I don´t talk
Two kids and twelve years, but still I can´t get the respect
This whole relationship thing to me is like a comedy act
You keep complainin at me night after night
I´ma leave and you be framin me wit all dis bullshit
I just can´t breathe
And you be blamin me for what you be doin
I´m leavin please don´t try to call me on my personal time
That´s what I mean
[Brotha Lynch:]
It´s like therapy
See you can sit there and stare at me
You can even smell me
Go ´head you can tell me
Only time you see me get jealous is when you fuckin up
I trust you ´round the fellas
Better toughin up
Or get tossed up, this ain´t no soap opera
This ain´t O.J. & Nee-Cole
Creep up and pop ya, smashin in the Bronco
End up getting locked up
Run up to the enemy and he end up getting socked up
I ain´t got no money for Cochran, no matter what you talkin
Don´t make come at you with the glocked in like McGlockton
I smoke to much weed and they gon´ take my kids
I´ma have to make you bleed, I can´t let you live
Makin dem baby mama ribs after all these years
You didn´t know it, I was a psycho killin wit all these tears
Blood type O, cryin when I killin
Huggin my babies and now I´m cryin when I´m killin
Jeah
[Chorus:]
(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)
Um, you don´t know me, but a few years ago I killed your husband, and I am so very very sorry
(Lady crying) - What is this some kinda of sick joke
(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)
Oh no, I´m completely serious!
(Lady cries)
(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)
I feel better already!
[Zigg Zagg:]
A damn shame it´s been a waist of my lifetime
I cry myself to sleep when you come back so late at night
I got no feelin for you sometimes
Can´t lie, but wouldn´t mind pullin the chain
So just maybe I that I might just shoot one off into the brain
51/50 you made it so likely nothin could matter
These bitches hittin you at 3 in the A.M. and what they after
I´m vicious and my patience is low, tryin to let you know
So don´t come lookin for me after the show
You heard me beggin, and just this one last time
Show you what you about to be missin, I´m on a mission
When you hit from behind, you get the vision
Baby stickin ´em and thinkin´ you fine
But just you listen, cause I´m shinin´ baby commitin a crime
And man you slippin
[Brotha Lynch:]
Everytime I come home, same ole shit
You ain´t satisfied until I leave ya anal split
I know you ain´t gon´ get it until I ram it down ya throat
I know you ain´t gon´ lick it, I know you ain´t gon´ choke
But I´ma hit the G note, and that´s gon´ settle thangs
And you can leave broke, leave those metal thangs up out that shit
Unless somebody come trip, then I´ll rock that shit
That´s on Crip
Don´t make me act so stiff, I´m a NWA
I was in trouble yesterday, and in trouble today
And it ain´t gon´ change, I spray thangs
So baby don´t say thangs, ´bout to make it bang.
[Chorus:]
(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)
Um, you don´t know me, but a few years ago I killed your husband, and I am so very very sorry
(Lady crying) - What is this some kinda of sick joke
(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)
Oh no, I´m completely serious!
(Lady cries)
(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)
I feel better already!