BONE BROTHERS - Complicated lyrics

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(WHY YOU GOTTA GO AND MAKE THINGS SO COMPLICATED?)

Just rock with me baby

Instead of walkin around, come cool with me baby

Instead of havin your doubts, come rock with me baby

So - WHY YOU GOTTA GO AND MAKE THINGS SO COMPLICATED?

All of your life, all she wanted to be

Was somebody with a college degree

Swore up and down that you ain't need me

I used to tell you all the time that it ain't easy

Puppy love's what we had in the past

Now you a lady and you full of pizzazz

You tell me that I'm crazy and my life won't last

I'm gettin cash comin out my ass

I got game, I can't change, I swear

All I love is my family and beer (beer)

Most niggaz is square

But my mind ain't designed to care (that's right nigga)

Now you can move slow, or you could shake it fast

It don't matter girl, go on and bounce your ass

See I'm a boss playa, just like my big homies

Addicted to money with weed with the cig' on it

Now you ain't a dimepiece (nope) but you's a strong lady (yeah)

Your ass is think, lookin sweet like a prom date

But I ain't the prom king, bitch I'm the prom fiend

E.D.I. the crunk king, c'mon, do your thing

Just rock with me baby

Instead of walkin around, come cool with me baby

Instead of havin your doubts, come drink with me baby

So - WHY YOU GOTTA GO AND MAKE THINGS SO COMPLICATED?

I'm a thug and he a thug, be showin love to the Thug Brothers

In the streets or in the club we some cool muh'fuckers

Come and kick it with me shorty, we tryna get to know you

Don't need anything cause my clique is wide, we bonafied soldiers

Dance floor is where I met her, Sean Paul was in the speakers

Twistin the hips and doin that reggae shit, damn I wanted to freak her

But instead I played it mellow, like "How you doin? Hello" (what's up girl)

If you ain't got no fella, let me take you to that other level

And she was with it, with it; I'm talkin about off the hinges

Grey Goose and Hennessy, this bitch was Dennis Menace

Pullin my sleeve and I'm like, "Damn baby, hold on

You fuckin up the Phat Farm suit, bitch roll on"

You complicate my pimpin hand, can't you see I'm a simple man? (L-Burna)

You fuck around and wear a brick, from the Timberland's

Situation went fine, baby way passed faded

So (WHY YOU GOTTA GO AND MAKE THINGS SO COMPLICATED?)

Silly motherfuckers!

Now, I got game, mo' game

Sit back and watch the movie, let it play

We do the same ol' shit every day

Get high, and watch the paper stack; now can you handle that?

Yeah, Bone Thugs, yeah, Outlawz

Uh, Deenucka, Self Service Entertainment

Deuce-double-oh-fo', Thug niggaz...

(WHY YOU GOTTA GO AND MAKE THINGS SO COMPLICATED?)

Don't give these bitches the time of day when they around here actin up

And actin like they don't know the motherfuckin program

Bitch beat it, we not on that bullshit

This real thug shit, real soldiers, respect us like that

Cause we will smack the shit out you, ha ha, motherfuckers

Yeah, yeah, Layzie Bone y'all