Texty:
Lady Saw He S At My House

alone he's at my house you had your time pretend now its mine tell em girl just get off the phone he's at my house hey he's at my house {Verse 2}

t hit me back, something is funny So I called her mother's house and asked her, had she seen my baby (whoa, ah) Drove my 6 around lookin' for that missin' lady

was this lady this demented lady with a little fried egg on her head in the middle of July. God what a sight and ever, ever since I saw that lady

thought's rotten, they gems are fool's gold Need results from my actions, mistakes I'll exonerate I'm Martin King staring at a picture of Obama's face

Said he met the judge's daughter and went up inside her House, there's a Mouse who Runs Around the Clock snitching Who he hitting, I think he hit it raw cause he

and my chain got cuts Mr. T looked, saw my shit and went nuts Starks stays in luck, truck There's a new gangster in town and he's comin' up Staten Island

All my children, no, that's Cosby No, speed racer, no, that's Shaft No, that's Kimble, my fault the TV's off There she is, what a doll No, that's Chucky

inside a broken antenna Motherfucker [Verse 4: Coast] I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and downs Anybody plays about it, my lady has sounds Homie

back on 'em, Facebook, Computer love, crept on the Mac on 'em, Now he's salty, cause he found the woman he loves is faulty, He told her at the very beginning