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    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

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    What am I, supposed to do?
    When I'm takin' a chance, fuckin' with you
    My homeboy's girlfriend
    Now if someone, found out about us
    Then someone's, gonna get fucked 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 naked 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 mothafucker
    And ain't no pussy 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 fuckin' it
    I guess I'm a weak man
    It's hard to understand my homeboy's girlfriend

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    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 fuckin' trip man
    I will never understand, my homeboy's girlfriend

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