Five foot seven with light green eyes
Body built like a woman over twenty-five
Plus she push the whip that the average women couldn't get
Less she worked about two nine to five's
Girly played the game just a little too mature
She damn near had everything I was looking for
But things seemed shady
When I asked my lady to meet at the club
She had trouble at the door
That's when I found out that
She was only seventeen years old
And I couldn't see her no more
I ain't tryin to see myself locked up
For knockin up some young joan
How could I explain this situation to my family
And all of my boys
I'm sorry shorty
But you've got to get gone
I tried to cut her off
But she wasn't having it
She kept telling me her age didn't mean sh--
And that's when she started to cry
Baby I need you in my life
And without you I just couldn't handle it
So what's a brother to do
Either way I lose
I could just say my piece
Or piss off her peace
And talk it out with the boys in blue
Cause when it comes down to it
She was just seventeen years old
And I was dead wrong from the door
(Keypad being dialed)
--Welcome to your voice messaging service.
To enter your mailbox, press *. (Beep) First message --
Yo, how you doin'? Call me when you get this.
(Beep) --Mess...-- (Beep)
Yo, what's goin' on? I called you earlier.
I guess you ain't get my message.
But when you get this, hit me back, aiight? Bye.
--To repeat..-- (Beep) --Mess..-- (Beep)
Hey! What got some bitch over there or sump'in?
Can't pick up your phone. I been calling you and
tryin' to speak to you and you still don't answer the phone.
--To repeat...-- (Beep) (Beep)
See, you trying to play somebody.
As though I won't have to bring my n*ggas over there,
to kick ya ass! Ya think somebody playin' with ya ass.
Ya don't...ya don't return my calls. This is it.
--To repeat this...-- (Beep) --Mess...-- (Beep)