Thinkin' - Suga Free

Yo!

Every little thing she does is magic!

Know why?

Cause she ain’t a bitch

You see…

There was a black man, white man, and a Chinese man and God was giving out hair

He said, «Black man, what kind of hair do you want?»

He said, «Just ball mine up and throw it here.»

Don’t nothing come to sleepers but dreams

And then you wake up with reality in the distance, spinning and thinning please

Don’t do me… yo

No damn favor

Yo, you hate me cause I pimp a prostitute?

You think I’m playin' nigga?

After you

Now here’s a person, here’s a place, here’s a thing we call it game

Oh yeah, your glasses before you enter, cause me and you, we don’t see the same

thang

I dance low, low, low, lower, lower, lower

Hair flying bounce you notice

I ain’t for play

No day

I mean every motherfucking word that I say

What’s fly to me is that the real ones

Catch on, bring you up

Respect the game, look out for daddy and know to shut the fuck up

I’m driving

I’m thinking

Checking out my business you better believe me!

Hoeing

Prostitution

Tell me partna what is yo' solution?

Do what you say

Say what you mean

Cause one thing leads to another!

But I guarantee that understanding me

I’ll prolly make you pop a plea to your brother

City lights, heavy traffic just makes my day

Cause when I send my hoe to work she catching date after date

While you sitting there wanting to lay up

Look bitch, ain’t you got something to do today

Or somethin you playa hater?

Can’t wait to leave sometime like five days ago

When I left saying «Once a hoe always a hoe!»

I got a mack attack, I got a Tac attack

I got a tee tight turka tacka jack

Turn to me, we got to move the P

We got to wam bam pimpin' Suga Free, ooh wee

I wear co-co, inch dog and creasy sack

When Tone sat down his gat, stepped back and told this nigga

«Peep me to that!»

I’m driving

I’m thinking

Tell me partna what do you believe in?

Is it money?

Now, is it power?

Pimp I, pimp I, pimp back, hour for hour, hour

My people built this motherfucker and I know my way around

You see the same ole' faces going up, coming down

And I still can’t read

And you ask me if I’m qualified to give you motherfuckers just what y’all need

I got a problem cause I’m fresh out the penitentiary baby

And I admit I’m antisocial and it’s driving me crazy

At least in prison there’s a guard tower

For level ones, level twos and level threes hour after hour

So many memories of struggling with my bed roll

'85 camp Miller, 2001 out of Adelanto

The inmates asked me how I catched this case

They couldn’t believe that Suga Free was right there in they face

The whole yard told another yard before I left the R and R

I tried to make my bed but I was signing autographs hard

Homies giving me noodles and chips and shit

My bunkie Dee said, «Man I know you miss that nigga Quik.»

I’m driving

Still thinking

I don’t know why I’m doing so

Much drinking

But I like it

And I need it

Bitch you just gon' believe in who you believe in

I’m leaving

Don’t you ever invite your boyfriend

(rhythmic mumbling to fade)