FREDDIE GIBBS & MADLIB - Shame lyrics
rate me[Intro: The Manhattans sample]"It's two A.M., the place is gonna close The bartender looks, as though he knows Everybody's, everybody's been home Here we sit-"{Freddie Gibbs adlibs over Intro}Yeah, time to shut it on down, babySure you wanna do this shit tonight? Cause it might hurt, babyMight hurt you when I, get up in the morning and leave, ya know?Take that walk, yanahmean?Yeah, yeah...[Freddie Gibbs]Slammin, when I hit you up I'm talkin 'bout bangin somethinChill off in yo' crib and have a thzng, probably make it stank or somethinGirl you like my bottom bitch, post my bail, pay for my lawyerPlay yo' position when them other hoes get out of orderWhen you wanna give me that pussy, you purchase a plane ticketWord 'round town, when I bust 'er down they want shit like them lames did itGot her dick-whipped, my dick smeared with lipstickBasically if this bitch lay with me she payin me, I'm on some pimp shitF'real~! It's 2 A.M. club was 'bout to close upThumbin thru my contacts, 'bout to call one of my hoes upThen I met you, kicked game and followed you to the breakfast spotFuck you like I married you that night up in the MarriotScream like you got yo' cherry popped, fuckin, switchin up positionsThought this shit would never stop, motherfuck an intermission - damn!("Here we are, agaaaaaaain"...) Here we go agin, babyGotta take that walk now, take that walk boo[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]It ain't got to be the walk of shame, babyBut that's only if you know the game, babyLater I can't be the one to blame, babyBut for now take the walk of shame, babyIt ain't got to be the walk of shame, babyBut that's only if you know the game, babyLater I can't be the one to blame, babyBut for now take the walk of shame, baby[Freddie Gibbs]Walk away with ya head up, yanahmsayin?Straight slammin, sleepin with pistols under my pillowWe wake and bake, she up naked twistin up cigarillosI beat that Thursday night and Friday morning, off to work she goTime to take that walk, just take this dick, don't take it personalYour friends prol'ly gon' call you a hoe, whatchu trippin on?Them bitches want a grip from the same dick you be sittin onAnd yo' girl Monique, she be hittin me when her nigga goneTryna buy some weed, she proceed with nothin but Vicki's onNothin but ass and titties, but I let that ass convince meTook 'er in and hit that, wish I could say it was accidentallyLike I slipped on a banana peel and fell in that pussyY'all niggaz be spendin all kind of scril' to get in that pussyAnd she cop a seven every FridayChuck the deuces at her baby daddy as I pulled up out the drive-way, f'real!("Here we are, agaaaaaaain"...) Here we go again, back in yo' pussy, nigga, yanahmsayin?Fa sho...[Chorus]("Here we are, agaaaaaaain"...)
