Текст песни «M.C. Spice - Lost And Turned Out»

I seen 'em come and go
She was a low pro ho
One come in the front door
Next leave out the back door
It's a fact though
They get caught up
That's how they brought up
They daddies ain't teach 'em nothin'
Pimps got them taught up
She used to be the envy of the cheerleading squad
Back in high school with my old crew
She a mess now my God
Talkin' bout her bling bling
But her thing thing is loose loose
From too much bam bam with Sam Sam and Bruce Bruce
I don't think you feel me
I don't think you hear me
Sisters step your game up
Look around
We came up
My name up in lights right?
But that don't matter none
Cuz it don't stop 'til all my work gets done
She lost it all now she on the track
Paying back
That cat with the Cadillac
Ten smacks
Bring that money back
Dipped in the water; seventeen by eighteen She hit the scene
To get the cream
Now she on Sweety's team

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He don't be treatin' me right
He don't deserve this
I'm gone' desert this
She called the clinic set the date
She want the service
She nervous
Momma stop me please
At night I'm on my knees
But I ain't ready to be mommy dearest
Momma told her please
You got your life ahead
That baby better dead
You don't need no child see
Look what you done to me
You held my hopes back
You put my dreams on hold
Had me cryin' many nights
Alone and cold
She took her momma word
She walked up in the spot
Signed on the dotted line
Laid down
Took a shot
She drifted off to sleep
She in the comfort zone
Nightmares when she sleepin'
When she woke up the baby gone...WHOA

[Chorus]

Third story
Chick from the third story
Of my old buildin' Two doors down where Gods be buildin'
She on that Black Movement rah-rah throw that fist up stuff
Her pops he clinked up for the same thing
But the main thing
Her man he movin' yay
Like slaves be movin' hay
She call it revolution
I call it mind pollution
She keep the product safe in the safe under the dishwasher
O.D. on some yay one day
Now she want it everyday
She doin' tricks and sprees
Even rob her momma
Please
Her children past the threes
But she don't care 'bout these
She need that hit yo
That good hit yo
What she get yo
She and her man split yo
She skitzo
And she be blackin' out
When she be crackin' out
And after shootin' up
She actin' up and shootin' up
One day she 'gone be free
I pray that to G-O-D
I wanna see the slave mentality in ladies set free

[(C)2005 Orchard Park Music/BMI]