Gudda Gudda - I'm Leaving lyrics

rate me

Oh I love the way, that you ...yourself

Even love the way, you weave your hair

Ok, I met you on the other side of town

The word around town is that you known to get around

I ain’t trippin, no, I’m tryina put you in the leg lock

54, legs behind your head, make your bed rock

Hit it slow, young gigolo, call me deuce bigallow

Never set this finely, one dime, you gotta give me more

So, I ride clean through the city slow

Looking for a cute face, fat ass, purty toes

No sub diddy hoes, that’s the worst type

Type that ask you for a purse on the first night

Type will turn a great day to a worst night

Love pack them bags up, you on the first flight

Then it’s on to the next one

Never know the next one might be the best one

Fresh off the jet, fly like elroy jetson

Treat a dog hoe like a step son,

I’m leaving, leaving

That’s right, I’m leaving

That’s right, I’m leaving

Ok, I’m leaving

Ok, I met her at the gallery, I was in a louie store

Buying up a bunch of shit, attracting all the groupie hoes

Sippin on the purple punch, you know it got me moving slow

So I entertain them bitches like I’m in a movie role

Take her out to eat, rose, plate, the sushi roll

She got a pretty face, golden hair like duky roll

I’m thinking, this one might be a keeper

Bring her to the hood and let all my niggas meet her

Show love, my homies say she look real familiar

Something like this chick named patricia

I’m like whoa, every other city we go

Pac said he best man, we see the same hoes

Every other video, every other show

You could bet your last dollar that they be in the first row

They just tryina get paid, who are they to blame

It’s all about the might dollar, bright lights and fame

I’m leaving, leaving

That’s right, I’m leaving

That’s right, I’m leaving

Ok, I’m leaving

Breathe it in, breathe it in

Breathe it in, breathe it in.