Young cat got back, did a little dig
Now he hard, he buff, he tough, doo rag and Timbs
Kinda hard to get a job back out on the block
Charge that to the game
Young girl she grew up in a rush
Had it bad, no doubt, she dont know who to trust
Every man she ever loved only want to crush
Charge that to the game
But its all gravy, hey baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
Weve got love for yall but y'all dont love us
So we swerve in the Suburban switchin lanes
Spend up all our dough on them chromy thangs
Name our kids some funny names
Dont hate on us, were fabulous
Pre-paid cellulars for local calls
Little dimes and divas up at the malls
Rockin' corn roll twists, thats how we roll
But dont hate on us, were fabulous
They met, he said how she was a dime
So nave that she believed every single line
17, first time slipped up, bout to have a child
Charge that to the game
Was just us and mom, single parent home
She did the best she could, did it all her own
Met a man but he wont raise a child thats not his
own
Oh, no, oh, no, no
But its all gravy, hey baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
Weve got love for yall but y'all dont love us
So we swerve in the Suburban switchin lanes
Spend up all our dough on them chromy thangs
Name our kids some funny names
Dont hate on us, were fabulous
Pre-paid cellulars for local calls
Little dimes and divas up at the malls
Rockin' corn row twists,thats how we roll
But dont hate
