Lyrics

Which boy that? That Nate? It's Charles, Uncle Paul Charles Baby, youngest of five Your brothers home I know, Uncle Paul They home every Sunday so ma can do they laundry You the sweetest lil' boy (Woo) So sweet, so soft, come here, boy What's the matter, boy? Why ain't you in church? I left, good to see you, too Left church early? Thought you was sanctified I don't know, I'm not sure it took Can I tell you something? Something serious What I tell you 'bout talkin' serious on Sunday? You know what your problem is? You too serious, it's a damn shame You need relax, have some fun, watch the game Shoot some hoops, smoke some weed, get laid Real men don't explain