You Got It - Souls Of Mischief

My people hoo-rided and left the dude knotted

They the type of fuck that’s known to snatch a fool wallet

Tough turn buttery melt like Blue Bonnet

I gave them a job and that is making you stop it

You can’t get it from me I’m keeping a cool profit

Immune to niggerism that was coon-cocted (you got it) say what?

(you got it)

I won’t say her name just call her Jane Doe

But I spot her like trouble police in plain clothes

Angels start singing when she entered the room (You got it)

Thick Malaysian I met her on the eighteenth of June

A fine summertime day puffin' on a bomb J

She exhaled until we had sex she blew me away

Dipped in the candy walls of miss majestic

Skip the anti-depressant (you got it) her panties the wettest (You got it)

Hey, I told you about sex on the road

So you kept your control latex on your hole

Only hit them ladies with respect none was ho’s

But homie this is crazy it affects one and four

All you can remember bout the chick is it was good

And you ain’t got no symptoms just an itching in your foot

Nothing you can’t take back, some shit that just passes

Then you start to break out in itchy red patches

Still don’t get checked cause you’s a real nigga

Until those progress into fluid filled blisters

That bust and pus, feeling like cigarette burns on your nuts

Blood clot!

now you’re tripping and your whole life is different

And them Valtrex commercials all of a sudden they interesting

But don’t cry about it, and if they ask don’t lie about it

No doubt about it (You got it)

You was the team phenom on the scene

Quarterback of the team prime king to the league

All star cheese pro bowl hit the whole stroll

On the solo paparazzi got photos

Tabloids got the mug shot

All them boys that he stepped on to get on top

Say he deserved what he got

For the dollars and the status didn’t watch

What you wish for (You got it), you wanted it (You got it)