Thinkin’

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo! Every little thing she does is magic! Know why? Cause she ain't a bitch [Verse One] You see... There was a black man, white man, and a Chinese man and God was giving out hair He said, "Black man, what kind of hair do you want?" He said, "Just ball mine up and throw it here." [laughter] Don't nothing come to sleepers but dreams And then you wake up with reality in the distance, spinning and thinning please Don't do me... yo No damn favor Yo, you hate me cause I pimp a prostitute? You think I'm playin' nigga? After you Now here's a person, here's a place, here's a thing we call it game Oh yeah, your glasses before you enter, cause me and you, we don't see the same thang I dance low, low, low, lower, lower, lower Hair flying bounce you notice I ain't for play No day I mean every motherfucking word that I say What's fly to me is that the real ones Catch on, bring you up Respect the game, look out for daddy and know to shut the fuck up [Hook] I'm driving I'm thinking Checking out my business you better believe me! Hoeing Prostitution Tell me partna what is yo' solution? [Verse Two] Do what you say Say what you mean Cause one thing leads to another! But I guarantee that understanding me I'll prolly make you pop a plea to your brother City lights, heavy traffic just makes my day Cause when I send my hoe to work she catching date after date While you sitting there wanting to lay up Look bitch, ain't you got something to do today Or somethin you playa hater? Can't wait to leave sometime like five days ago When I left saying "Once a hoe always a hoe!" I got a mack attack, I got a Tac attack I got a tee tight turka tacka jack Turn to me, we got to move the P We got to wam bam pimpin' Suga Free, ooh wee I wear co-co, inch dog and creasy sack When Tone sat down his gat, stepped back and told this nigga "Peep me to that!" [Hook] I'm driving I'm thinking Tell me partna what do you believe in? Is it money? Now, is it power? Pimp I, pimp I, pimp back, hour for hour, hour [Verse Three] My people built this motherfucker and I know my way around You see the same ole' faces going up, coming down And I still can't read And you ask me if I'm qualified to give you motherfuckers just what y'all need I got a problem cause I'm fresh out the penitentiary baby And I admit I'm antisocial and it's driving me crazy At least in prison there's a guard tower For level ones, level twos and level threes hour after hour So many memories of struggling with my bed roll '85 camp Miller, 2001 out of Adelanto The inmates asked me how I catched this case They couldn't believe that Suga Free was right there in they face The whole yard told another yard before I left the R and R I tried to make my bed but I was signing autographs hard Homies giving me noodles and chips and shit My bunkie Dee said, "Man I know you miss that nigga Quik." [Hook] I'm driving Still thinking I don't know why I'm doing so Much drinking But I like it And I need it Bitch you just gon' believe in who you believe in I'm leaving Don't you ever invite your boyfriend (rhythmic mumbling to fade)