Caught Up movie - Girl lyrics

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Song by Luniz f/ Crooked I<br /><br>

[Yukmouth]<br>

Welcome<br>

Little boys and girls, listen<br>

A man can get caught up in things (Right)<br>

It's like a gridlock (Right)<br>

He gots ta have it (ugh ugh), his girl got his mind (ugh ugh)<br>

Took over his whole body, he needs her (Speak on it)<br>

He can't live without her (Ugh!), dig this<br>

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Her name was Lady Heroin, I think he met her at a Chevron<br>

Late night stressin he caught his wife sexin with his cousin Stefan<br>

He told his wife to get to step on<br>

before I start lettin loose on your skanless ass with the weap-on<br>

Then since he's learnt, involved in a three year marriage<br>

Arguin, fightin with his wife at night, arrested by sheriff<br>

Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to jail in your drawers<br>

and all of this because his wife tried to put the knife to his balls<br>

And oh naw, cock the seat uhh, <br>

she tried to straight Lorraine Lee Bobbit me<br>

I woke up out of a dream, she was on top of me<br>

Screamin that's how it gotta be, holdin a dagger<br>

I grabbed my gat, point it at her, she dropped the dagger, I slapped her<br>

Months after he got out of jail, seriously hooked on girl<br>

Lips chapped, face pale, body skinny and frail<br>

Tales of a married man whose life was stressed too much<br>

Had to resort to snortin drugs and such just to keep in touch<br>

with himself, his wife suin for half of the wealth (uhh)<br>

And all that shootin in his veins was gettin bad for his health<br>

His cards was dealt, methamphetamines on the shelf<br>

Smokin the creamery, the greatest thing the man ever felt<br>

Now he's high, pull over on the bridge ??<br>

Ready to die, he took his last swig of Reynell<br>

A livin hell, he climbed on the rail then he yelled<br>

"God all my life I failed" as he slipped and fell, oh girl<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

Why'd you have to do me that way?<br>

I love you til this day<br>

Even stinks to think you're the one we used to stay<br>

Girl, why'd you have to leave for so long?<br>

I'll never give you up<br>

Never seemed to act touchable, that was the start<br>

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[Crooked I]<br>

She was a gangsta ass bitch, the greatest of all time<br>

She took my heart and my mind, turned me to a life of crime<br>

Now I'm, under pressure to impress her<br>

I wake up, put on my bullet proof vestin<br>

grab my Smith & Wessin off the dresser<br>

then I, hop up in a chopped up rag Tre<br>

When I, cross your path you're havin a bad day<br>

Cos I, make the automatic mag spray<br>

Gimme the cash, she taught me to get mine the fast way<br>

I creep on ballers while they blaze joints<br>

I'm snatchin caine boulders and jackin Range Rovers at gauge point<br>

Under hypnosis, robbin the closest nigga<br>

The diagnosis - psychosis, the cirrhosis is from doses of liquor<br>

that I'm sippin by the picture, tryin to ditch ya<br>

but when ever she get dug, the bitch'll be witcha for richer<br>

or poorer, through sickness and health<br>

Eyewitness, if I shake this mistress I can handle business myself<br>

But I love her so much I'm stuck in her clutches<br>

I talk about her, can't walk without her, she's my crutches<br>

She showed a young nigga how to check grip<br>

Connectin me with the correct licks to collect chips<br>

And if I leave her, no question I'm destined to hurt<br>

And she's the reason half of the homies are restin in dirt<br>

It's Crooked I next, I'll probably get dropped by some metal (some metal)<br>

Just for comin around my girl (who?), the ghetto (my girl)<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Knumskull]<br>

I'm curbside, and my girl sellin graciously<br>

Never no worries, and if Task kick, we skeet and scurry<br>

I'm posted up makin my squillion<br>

My mind set - I don't stop til I get a million<br>

But I'm seein baby momma's and grandpas gettin double<br>

Legit, that ain't my problem cos I bubble<br>

I always wonder why friends came back for mo' and mo'<br>

The high was fantastic, smelt like plastic but it's dope<br>

Scope the area before I made moves, losin gains<br>

was the up-and-downs in this so-called game but hey<br>

Take the punches and blows, put aside, the crack babies<br>

Dope fiend mommas and nasty hoes, peep<br>

I'm walkin around the spot with a bundle in my mouth<br>

Yay leakin through the plastic in drastic amounts<br>

I'm feelin wide eyed, probably lookin like a tweaker<br>

Spit the bundle in my palm, and tried to keep calm<br>

My dove shrunk down, to tens, I'm high off crack<br>

and damn, it didn't really feel bad<br>

Started thinkin, this use to be a rich man high<br>

I gotta high drug tolerance so I'll give it a try<br>

Went home and did my thang, snatched a two hundred bundle for keeps<br>

The shit was so good I was Pookie for two weeks<br>

Luckily, I bounced back, but I stopped sellin cream<br>

Now this is like one big dream, oh girl<br>

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[Chorus to fade]<br>

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