I Got Played

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Yo-Yo] Rollin' down 46th Street, lookin' for action Saw this hella fly dude and you know I couldn't pass him up I said, "What's up, baby? Your name Tommy?" Sayin' to myself, "Now, who in the hell is Tommy, right?" I mean, that smile, the way he walked was cool I probably woulda called him Chuck if I had to Just to get his attention, to get him over 'Cause as he stepped up I knew my eyes would take over He said, "Ooh baby, are those your eyes?" I batted them and smiled to make him think that I was shy But yo, I got his number, and he got mine He said, "Step out the car, let me see what it's like" I jostled a little, played with the steering wheel Stepped out the car and put my butt in gear I said, "Okay baby, now when you gonna call?" He said, "Oh, I'll be in touch, baby doll" Not only did he call but he stayed in touch I was beginnin' to think that I was liking him a little too much I thought, "Okay, not the Y-O-Y-O" Being hypnotized? No, no, no I gotta come back stronger than that before I get clowned But if he didn't like me, yo, he wouldn't be around I thought about it, went to sleep on it, woke up thinkin' about it Maybe he's huntin' rabbits, and I don't know about it We chitted and we chatted, talked about this and that The next day at 4:30, he was waitin' in his 'Lac Oh, of course he was on time but I was a little bit slow I had to fix my braids but I was still on the go Bustin' out my house door lookin' for this gray 'Lac This guy had boned out but he came right back But uh, getting back to the other side About this hell of a freak and how he was so fly He ran it down to me how he needed a girl To, uh, massage his back and run the fingers through his curl Since I go for what I know, I went on and played the role But trick, this ain't the end, there's something I ain't told [Interlude: Yo-Yo & Girl] What's up, Yo-Yo? What's up with baby in the 'Lac? Ah, things didn't work as planned What? You didn't let him knock it, did you? [Verse 2: Yo-Yo] Hot diggity damn bam, man, I'm mad Gave up that ass and now my number's in the trash I met him about a month ago - okay, a week ago Thought I'd get in because he had a little ends I talked to my homies, they said, "Give him the whip appeal" Gave it all up and shoulda kept my shit sealed I likeded this guy, don't get me wrong about the song That convertible Caddy he was rollin' was on My body was tight, and everything was alright Plus, if he did trash my number, he'll remember that night It went on and on and on and on until I yelled "STOP!" He was hittin' my weak spot Goin' at it like a habit, had me peeing like a rabbit Turnin', turn my shit up, and you know, I had to grab it It lasted real long, I guess the feeling was strong As I gently scratched his back, I heard the sound of the moan Grabbin' and feelin' and let my body squeal and Gave a little extra, make him feel like a real man Feelin' it all as he dug a little deeper Tryin' ways to get him sprung so I could keep him Got up, jumped in the shower about an hour Baby said he was ghost, he was supposed to meet his father What an excuse, he coulda came with something better than that I thought my lovin' was stronger than that I had the wiggle in my walk and the giggle in my talk I guess it all adds up: I got played