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Correct Out For The Count Lyrics
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Stevie J
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Correct Out For The Count
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[Stevie J] Uh, uh, uh Yo Eve [Eve] Hey nigga check this here I'm about to give it to you real clear E-V-E ain't about the bullshit Game playin, wanna be a third nigga do it elsewhere Oh so what you tryna make me bitter Shit better act right I'll pull another nigga I don't want no little boy I ain't no babysitter You want a chicken? Go ahead make her lay your eggs nigga Cause I ain't with that I'll leave you lonely, crying Huh baby you dig that? And I leave can't get none of your gifts back Take your car Have you calling cabbies just to get home And when you all alone Don't wanna hear you ring my phone That's right, baby act right Got no time for the bullshit Cause I'mma have my niggas running at your door to bust Don't try to duck, you and that bitch with a full clip Come on [Stevie J] One night back in July She was standing outside the club So fly she caught my eye But you know that was not enough I tried to get closer to shorty But wifey had peeped my game She looked at her funny They had words And I was the one to blame [1:] It started out one day Coming on a rainy day The sooner I do it, she never even stood a chance More will come, but there's only one champion She was out for the count again It took about one hour later I started to make my move Out on the dancefloor When wifey returned she was through from powder room She saw me, freaking the same way I do When I dance with her And maybe if I would have played the right cards She wouldn't be hurt [1] I'm sorry for doing you wrong I know that I have been a fool for too long But if you choose to go away Girl I feel that you should know I really wanna change I changed, girl I have changed [Eve] Hey what I look like, a child? This ain't no fuckin' smile It's a frown, Ruff Ryde show you how I get down Won't take long, it'll be a quick pound Got a bob and weave, and a hitting sound Embarrasing have you running around crying (Get her off me, somebody help me now) Huh, too late ma, you gotta get your shit split Now that's for acting dumb like you ain't know who you was wit' You see this R around my neck I don't allow disrespect Bitch you must've really thought I slept with the wrong one See me drinkin' think I'm touched Next time you see this thug You gonna be walking on a crutch And for you sorry nigga You and that bitch can be together Forever sleeping in the same ditch That's it, I'mma leave, you ain't doing me right Play fair, or I'mma play dirty out your life, huh [1: till end]
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