Eightball - My Homeboy's Girlfriend Lyrics
My nigga C he from Texas I'm from Tennesee We do our thang with them thangs makin' currency He got the hook up with Columbians and Mexicans He wraps 'em up and ships 'em out and I supply the ends Excellent profit got us livin' elegant Laundrymat style washes away the evidence Get on the plane every weekend and visit I would visit his town and he would visit Memphis Takin' the nigga clubbin' Embassy suites, and freaks Up all night, sippin' Tussin, smokin' Sweets One weekend, I'm in his town, his crib You really must trust a nigga to show him where you live Fly scenery, space aged things, and big screen In the den, shootin' pool puffin' on some good green In walked the woman that was C's fiancee He said daddy loved her, and would marry her one day Her name was Angela, damn she was fine I admit I had evil thoughts rush in my mind Moscino fittin' tight, she was dressed to kill She winked but I didn't think the hoe was for real Chorus What am I, supposed to do? When I'm takin' a chance, *****in' with you My homeboy's girlfriend Now if someone, found out about us Then someone's, gonna get *****ed up My homeboy's grilfriend The smell of breakfast, woke me up from my dreams Bacon sizzlin', searchin' for the kitchen like a fiend What I, seen, straight took me by surprise Angela half ***** not tryin' to hide She saw me lookin', but kept cookin' What's up with that? Invitin' me to sit down, and said she'd be right back I poured a glass of O.J. and pulled up a seat Angela came right back, and sat next to me Kissed me on my cheek and said (Oh you cute, I don't know what it is, but it's just something about you) With her hand on my leg, she kissed me on my neck I said baby chill, this is too much disrespect If C walked in, he be a mad motha*****er And ain't no ***** gon' come between brothers Lovers, we can't be, cause that's bad business (Ball, you could have all of this, and there won't be no witnesses) All in my lap, on my early mornin' hard dick Grindin' on it, pullin' it, before I knew it, suckin' it Ended up *****in' it I guess I'm a weak man It's hard to understand my homeboy's girlfriend Chorus Me and C jumped in the Benz and hit the town for a while I can't believe what just happned, man this shit too wild If C finds out, he might trip and try to kill me And I ain't the type of nigga that's gonna feel guilty Later on, we was at the pad, kickin' back C had to make a run, to go and serve a pack Before he made it out the driveway good Angela was all on me, tryin' to suck on my wood On the pool table, on the floor, man what a whore I was lookin' out for C, she was beggin' me for more An hour later, C walked through the door Unaware, that I was just in his ladies underwear I flew home the next day still reminiscing Not believin' I just dicked on my homies Mrs. This is a *****in' trip man I will never understand, my homeboy's girlfriend Chorus
