Step To My Girl - Souls Of Mischief

Back back way back I used to fret at my hun,

Who’d play me for one with more pay

Still it was funny cos she’d paid no mind

As jerks lurk constantly

And my insecurity turned into maturity

As the years pass I find it hard to be monogomous

So do other brothers overseas (still synonomous)

Catch crazy laughs when I’m with female company

Something I must stop *^*^*^*^*^*^* step in front of me

So in public places I am often found in my trunk

Reaching for Gatts and smack goes this funk

Because I have the right to rip

And in spite of the few protests progress and I might smite ya

Once your gone your fronts they got no future

I know this and also notice advances

I think the papers they slip to my dip

With numeros and you sooneros think of jelly

Cos numbers left in the gutter lead to holy telies

So we see whos speak neat and we see whos free

The difference is gasoline

You slippin while I’m skin-dippin

Grips and grips of chumps far away